man, i'm still convinced that Clue is the best movie ever. it's definitely the best movie to be based off of a board game. i realized this in a drunken stupor lastnight around 3 in the morning when i woke up and it was on. i think i nearly woke everyone up from me laughing.
Colonel Mustard: How many husbands have you had?
Mrs. White: Mine, or other women's?
Colonel Mustard: Yours.
Mrs. White: Five.
Colonel Mustard: FIVE?
Mrs. White: Yes, just the five. Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Colonel Mustard: You lure men to their deaths like a spider with flies.
Mrs. White: Flies are where men are most vulnerable.
Colonel Mustard: That's right!
works going alright i suppose, we're supposed to move desks again, oh wait that's just me. i might be possibly eligible for a bonus this time around [i'm not holding my breath].
duh... what else, oh yeah sirius kicks ass. i haven't listened to the radio or a cd in over a week and a half. where would i be without my satalite radio? probbaly the same places i've always been, but the radio actually looks for my jams and alerts me to their presence.
got a call from 2 exes [sp?] in one day. that's just too frigging weird. i hate girls, they always want something, or in the almighty words of John Goodman from Barton Fink:
"yeah, i know what you mean. in my experience, ladies pretend to give attention, but it's really a smoke screen for them wanting you to give it back, with interest."
Colonel Mustard: How many husbands have you had?
Mrs. White: Mine, or other women's?
Colonel Mustard: Yours.
Mrs. White: Five.
Colonel Mustard: FIVE?
Mrs. White: Yes, just the five. Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Colonel Mustard: You lure men to their deaths like a spider with flies.
Mrs. White: Flies are where men are most vulnerable.
Colonel Mustard: That's right!
works going alright i suppose, we're supposed to move desks again, oh wait that's just me. i might be possibly eligible for a bonus this time around [i'm not holding my breath].
duh... what else, oh yeah sirius kicks ass. i haven't listened to the radio or a cd in over a week and a half. where would i be without my satalite radio? probbaly the same places i've always been, but the radio actually looks for my jams and alerts me to their presence.
got a call from 2 exes [sp?] in one day. that's just too frigging weird. i hate girls, they always want something, or in the almighty words of John Goodman from Barton Fink:
"yeah, i know what you mean. in my experience, ladies pretend to give attention, but it's really a smoke screen for them wanting you to give it back, with interest."

not with a ten foot pole, baby
seriously
"unscrupulous" is a great word for it