My local Internet cafe is playing "The Final Countdown," while someone is throwing up very loudly in the bathroom. Flashes of GOB, anyone?
I'm going home. Too bad I can't watch Arrested Development there; maybe I'll convince the maids to watch a pirated version of Snakes On a Plane with me instead.
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You do know, of course, what Ginsberg's cell phone ring is . . .
AHH! after this post, i have decided that you and i are the same person!! too, too funny!!!
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