Abusing the vernacular 58 words at a time
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Fists and Mirrors have nothing to do with you
I may (sometimes) consider myself a person of sound moral judgment and positive karmic balance, but something about Cary Grant totally loopy on LSD makes me reconsider how anyone of public stature might actually act behind closed doors. From now on, I will envision all celebrities in the nude covered in hog's blood singing showtunes from the fifties.
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