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[apocalypsos]

Huh. I just realized I haven't been anywhere near Ogrish since I moved. Jesus, I don't think I've seen a dismembered corpse or a bloated festering old guy in days. That's like decades in non-disgusting-bastard years.

*sigh* Bob Hope's dead, too. Which, you know, wasn't much of a surprise, but it's still pretty damn sad. Is it just me, or has Death been going through his date book this summer going, "Damn, I've forgotten to pick that guy up for twenty freaking years! He's probably started up about thirty celebrity golf tournaments he wasn't meant to! Aw, maaaaaan ..."

And somebody make J.Lo and B.Fleck stop making movies together right now. I beg you. Did you guys hear the latest bit of "classic" dialogue? They're about to have themselves a sex scene (I think this is supposed to prove that they DO have sex and the whole wedding thing isn't covering up B.Fleck's lustful M.Dam infatuation), and J.Lo says, "It's turkey time." When B.Fleck questions her, she says, "You know, gobble, gobble!"

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Hey! B.Fleck! Five-second rule! Don't eat that, you don't know where it's been! Or who it's been with, or what it's been wearing ...

I think K.Smith should just give up on the idea of J.Lo and B.Fleck making for a romantic couple and edit M.Dam into "Jersey Girl" as B.Fleck's love interest.

I also think I should see a doctor about this speech impediment.

Comments

[norabombay.livejournal.com]

Well, the only thing the whole J.Lo situation has done is make you hesitate. "Matt Damon" is not the _first_ thing you think when you hear the name Ben Affleck.

But, dude. He's not the cure for lesbianism, no matter what the directors think.