Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
I would have mentioned Barton Fink and The Hudsucker Proxy but I couldn't remember their titles, which often happens to me in the morning.. I need to see each again when I get a chance.
I may not have seen any one of their 'newer' movies since Oh Brother....
That person who posted before Theodosia almost looked like Rio. But there was no beep! How can we know for sure whether it was her or a clever imposter?
You should ask me something that only I would know.
What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Also...
RIO! Congrats on the move. All is well with that, I hope.
What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?
It is crazy-velocitous.
Move went pretty smoothly. Now I'm looking for a job. It takes a depressingly long time to get to and from the city, but on the other hand we have an actual GRILL like at a DINER. I pretend I'm a short-order cook every day while making lunch.
You should ask me something that only I would know.
If one poster-bot leaves the Midwest heading east at the speed of the Internet while continental drift brings the fuckos occupying a virtual message board into orbit of a cancelled tv show at the speed of ink drying, what time should I take a break and drink a coke?
Math is hard!
It takes a depressingly long time to get to and from the city, but on the other hand we have an actual GRILL like at a DINER. I pretend I'm a short-order cook every day while making lunch.
OMG, I want to go to Rio's for grilled cheese sandwiches!
You're seriously all invited. Anytime. We have a guest bed.
Corwood: The answer is 12.