Searching the darkest corners of my house to find Osama Bin Laden (who's much quieter than one might assume). Is there a bounty for his ass? Because I heard there was. It's like a million dollars, right? Does the government tax you on bounties? And Barack Obama promised to kill him when I bring him in, right? I mean, he's not going to rot in jail or anything - because money or no money, I'm not gonna do it if there's no eye for an eye old testament bloodshed involved, nosireebob. And I pray that they televise that shit. Seriously, I pray for it. Hopefully the big silently apathetic murderer clown ghost upstairs grants my wish and we can all live in peace as the WAR ON TERROR will finally have been decisively won and we'll all join hands - red, brown, yellow, black, and white - share a coke, and praise His name, nay, holler it in one harmonious shriek...HOSANNAH IN THE HIGHEST!
A Leprechaun. I need some gold, what?
Don't get me started. YOU would think it was an argument. I would consider it a passionate tete-a-tete between old friends. The dialog, not the couch.
You can do a lot worse than a 35mm print of Jules et Jim. Like a 35mm print of The Number 23. And you'll never live down pounding 22s of Miller Lite while watching the Brown Bunny. Try it, I have!
Or magazines. I like to find out what to like as quickly as possible. When they figure out how to put mind control into a syringe so I can maximize my quote-remembering time and my being scared into becoming what I hate through proliferation of 9-11 imagery time, I'll finally be able to find time to buy more STUFF! Yes, the frozen yogurt the aliens give us so they can take over the world.Errol Morris' First Person is totally awesome, too. At least on DVD. I like to make up the commercials in my mind's eye.
I ain't goan to know goddam liberry!
My hot wife and the guy who invented God. He was pretty fuckin' smart. And K. D. Lang on Pee Wee's Playhouse Christmas Special. Can I go ahead and be serious for a minute and say the man in the mirror?