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    flexmentallo: "They're from a suburb of Houston. A really terrible suburb of Houston at that."

    Don't think you'll get any argument from O'Neal. He's totally wet for her.

    Well, he was a righteous man. Logic dictates that digging him would be quite probable.

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    His feelings on Ms. Ringwald notwithstanding, Sean is apparently a big fan of Corin Nemec.

    Just looked up The Terror on Amazon. While I would love to read more about this period of history, I can't help but notice that it's a novel that incorporates horror, fantasy, etc. Anyone got a suggestion on a good nonfiction book dealing with this Arctic exploration?

    I believe Panama Canal was 90 minutes. That I enjoyed it more than this one (though this one was really good) is probably no coincidence.

    Awesome
    Just saw this last year and loved it. One of the scariest and most unsettling things was how Henry would make people repeat themselves. Rooker knocked it out of the park.

    Pittsburgh, boo, but thanks for the recommendation. I'm sure we'll make our way back to Philly once in a while. Love those cheesesteaks.

    More like Sanctorum, amirite?

    Confession
    In the wake of all these recent explorations of John Lennon's life and work (Nowhere Boy, that new PBS documentary,the recent anniversary of the day he was shot, etc.) I've come to realize something: I don't give two shits about John Lennon. I like The Beatles just fine, but this whole Lennon: The Man The

    Flaubert Cooper is wrong!
    What a hashbrown does is make you feel like you've just eaten something delicious!

    Your emoticon is drooling.

    Tony's, motherfucker! We probably use it more than regular salt.

    That sounds amazing, boo.

    Wife and I had scrapple for the first time on our last trip to Pennsylvania. I thought it was okay, basically potted meat mixed with corn meal and pan-fried. A little too salty for my taste, but my wife went fucking apeshit for it. Now that we're moving up there, she's gonna be in scrapple heaven.

    So calling her "respectable" was doubly wrong, then?

    Chips
    One of the best parts was the paper grocery bag full of tortilla chips sitting on Ron's desk while he and Andy ate Meat Tornadoes.

    We have the same quilt and shams that the parents have on The Middle.

    Ever read the books? Accent shouldn't be a problem. Roland's not exactly supposed to be from Northern Missouri.

    Fair concern. Let's hope the material is strong enough as to be fuck-proof.