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I hope originality doesn’t count!
Steve, I can’t believe you missed the chance to jump on a grammatical error in this post:
“But they’re goal has nothing to do with entertaining us or making the world a more interesting place.”
Helping Steve Winwood helps everyone, right? Or am I doing this “commentator” thing wrong?
I know I’m late for the reply train to this comment, but I just read this and have to tell you that I have loved The Big Orange Splot since childhood and it has made me dislike planned communities that all look the same ever since!
at least she doesn’t have a yogurt cup stuck on her head. or is that the “surprise” twist ending? i haven’t made it all the way through yet.
it’s better than the crystal skull.
i like to pretend that his name is Just Kidding Simmons.
i would wear them to the office of whomever blocked my ability to log in to facebook at work and ask them to kindly let me log in just for a contest. i think this would require bill & ted style contradictory time travel, though.
i guess his star-making role as the boss in “13 going on 30″ didn’t work out too well. maybe he should have been a cgi boss.
that song confuses me because i’m always wondering how you’re actually going into that party. if you’re leaving your body and soul at the door, are you just blood or organs floating around? does the skeleton count as the body, or is only the skin considered the body? maybe the soul is different than a ghost, so you could still go to the party as a ghost even if the hypothetical soul has gone on to some kind of afterlife?
i actually saw a really good performance of les miserables at my local high school.
i really wish i had worn my steve buscemi dress that night.
i feel like this when i try to roll my r’s to speak spanish. everyone keeps explaining how to do it and then laughs at me when it’s more like a gargle than an r roll.
oh, and i also feel that way about chopsticks.
i know i’m way too late to the party, but this post reminded to nominate “duets” for the wmoat next time.
Letters To Juliet.
i guess i haven’t remembered the instructions from the multiple times i’ve read about how to post pictures.
i sure hope i post this right. and that i guessed your real name correctly. happy birthday!
“you say it’s your birthday? it’s my birthday, too (Yeah). you say it’s your birthday. happy birthday to you!”-megabee, videogum lurker and beatles paraphraser
the shawshank recuperation
i don’t know how that was the best thing ever, but it was. every time i was starting to get bored, it would suddenly become even better.