Now with pictures and pink fonts that remind me of signage the Hacienda would have used circa 1987, or maybe a Dee-Lite album!
THS: Chips Ahoy!
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I feel obligated to write something about the movie event of my lifetime, but it's Saturday night and I'm on the internet, and so if I write about SOaP now my head will honestly explode in a fiery ball of geekitude. You'll have to wait.
Also, I had Taco Bell for lunch. That doesn't have anything to do with anything*, but I thought I'd share. I hate Taco Bell, except for their nachos. They are 89 cents! Who cares that the cheese product smells like feet. I sense your judgement. Bah. We all have our kryptonite, assholes.
* (Okay, it does kind of, because I had been thinking about Taco Bell since last night, when I was annoyingly informing anyone who would listen that Bluetooths reminded me of that "bad Sandra Bullock movie where she was a cop from the future? Where Taco Bells are the only restaurant? Something like 'DOOM DAY.' " Sommer insisted "Judge Dredd," Tom came to my rescue with a remarkably quick "Demolition Man." Thanks, Tom!