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9 januari 2006
Alexander the Grrrrrrrreat
...or, Pericles, Heracles, Testicles!
Lesson Learned: never watch a gory movie after doing a stint in the hospital for injuries.
The ones that don't die. They're the ones to feel sorry for after an arrow or a knife or a Roman short sword or a Macedonian longsword finds purchase.
Lesson Number 2: a 15-mph Vespa sliding on a wet MUNI rail isn't even close to any of that.
Lesson Number 3: lessons learned through Vicodin-laced thoughts during an Oliver Stone movie watched at 2am should probably be ignored.
Then again, I did get to see Colin Farrell's junk.
Lesson Number 4: some things cut straight through vicodin hazes, Oliver Stone and late night wonkiness. Yowza.
Posted by jeff at 9 januari 2006 13:31
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That of course depends on what the said Oliver Stone film happens to be. Natural Born Killers, I would have to agree with you. Would not make for effective sleep induction!
Hope you are feeling better Jeff. Take it easy on the recovery, and this time when I come out maybe it will be sans personal accidents, family crisis, rain storms, delayed planes, etc, etc.
Cheers sexy,
Steve
Posted by: Steve O'Brien at 9 januari 2006 15:29
I'm certain that Colin Farrell's junk would cut straight through any drug-induced haze. If I'm ever in a coma, send for him to flash his genitals at me, and I might just come to at that very moment.
Posted by: Casey at 10 januari 2006 15:01
A belated glad hearing/reading yer outta the hospital and on the mend!
Posted by: AZLee at 10 januari 2006 19:42
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