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They may not be as "pretty" or "fishy," but I think they're all fabulous.

So... this is the cover of my self-published slash fic: "Barry and Joe: Midnight in the Garden of Rosebuds."

"And this one is what the kids are calling... Goatse."

Yeah but if I were fabulous enough to be a drag queen, I wouldn't want to go dancing in a strip mall.

One of my mottos is "the right tool for the right job."

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A much better soundtrack (I especially like starting at 1:05):

I think we all remember our first Chloe Sevigny a bit more fondly than all the others. Toest.

There can only be one staunch character.

Here's a word Mark Simpson: linguidiocy.

I'm not going to make an Indian Giver joke.

So bad aim will prevent this man from living behind bars. What a world.

Oh right, like that's really going to work.

I'll take a contrarian—though not just for spite—view here when I say this actually looks like it has potential. Its sexist views and stereotypical portrayal of the POC secretary do make it cringe worthy, but let's assume they don't form the backbone of the show's conceit. This may be asking a lot, especially because

"Dead End... I yield."

So you wanna play with Magic? Boy, you should know what you're fallin' for.

"Having an account" on Google+ is about as meaningful a statistic as having a membership card to Blockbuster.