Turner Classic Movies likes to tell you what is coming up in between movies, and they always work themselves into the promo, like “then at midnight, Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman unexpectedly meet in North Africa in Casablanca, TCM has you on the run from Nazis tonight.”
Here’s a time waster that is zero-assed. I think I was waiting to talk about this with UC but forgot, be we missed an entire round of puns relating to Modern Family. Previously they had done gay icon pets, which we of course killed. Later in the year they did holiday theme parties:
“Studio Fifty Fourth of July BBQ”
“Seder Day Night Fever”
“Oscar Wilde and Crazy Brunch”
And we didn’t even get going with those. And I couldn’t even think of anything besides Spanksgiving!
KWB is back in action. Question: What will the level of our constant degradation be?
True story: I got pulled over last week driving hope super late by the Big Texas Cloverhill Constable because my headlight (just one) was out. As I pulled off the road: “damn it, Telephone just came on. Come ON.”
Also, I noted that our friend fish failed miserably at jinx/anti-jinx this weekend. Sad.
Finally, annieangel will appreciate= “two fifty for a highball/ and a buck and a half for a beer”
Hey there. How y’all doing? I know mikey has recently ‘been released to find new opportunities’ but it sounds like his profile is much higher and more desirable than in the past, especially when he is wearing pants. Been so damn busy, me. Hey, you know what? remember that crazy shit where I added four […]
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