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April 07, 2009



"What are you trying to do - kill me?" "What are YOU trying to do - sleep?"


"If you were happy every day of your life you wouldn't be a human being. You'd be a game-show host."


"It's one thing to want someone out of your life, but it's another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid Drano." Words to live by.


Let's not forget:

Heather Chandler: Grow up Heather, bulimia's so '87.

True then, true now!

But I've also been quite partial to:

Veronica Sawyer: Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count.


Sigh. No one here at Westerburg wants to play our reindeer games.


So in memoriam to the 80s greatest art work:

Officer Milner: [arriving on crime scene] So, what's the deal?
Officer McCord: Suicide. Double suicide. They shot each other!
Officer Milner: Hey, that's Kurt Kelly!
Officer McCord: And the line backer, Ram Sweeney.
Officer Milner: My God, suicide. Why?
Officer McCord: [holds up bottle of mineral water found next to one of the bodies] Does *this* answer your question?
Officer Milner: [appalled] Oh man! They were fags?
Officer McCord: [grimly] Listen up:
[reading from forged suicide letter]
Officer McCord: "We realized we could never reveal our forbidden love to an uncaring and un-understanding world."
Officer Milner: [disgusted] Jesus H. Christ!
Officer McCord: The quarterback, buggering the linebacker...
[shaking head]
Officer McCord: What a waste!
Officer Milner: Oh, the humanity!

Too bad everyone else in blogland thinks "Knocked Up" is the summa of American film!

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