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As a Southerner (though not from a football town), I can attest to the fact that it's absolutely impossible to bring a wet mule around a hot corn oven.
Right? I mean, even a broken clock...
Shouldn't that be... "person who uses pot to cook, meet kettle"?
“La Pietà made of chocolate.”
OMG, my brain and heart are about to explode imagining what she would look like: jewel-toned robe gold-brocaded to ever-living fuck, enormous statement jabot/chain necklace made of rosewood and sapphires...
Bish, you did not!
Blanx?
But even if he were... Eh, you're right. When a man who names a whole town after your ass, he's not just the frontrunner: he's the whole goddamn race.
At least he didn’t take it out on her, like ome species are wont to do. Still:
Yes. In the episode “The Wizard of Evergreen Terrace.”
Right? Mine’s a British woman, her name is Anjelica, and I swear 'fore God, that bitch has one more shady “recalculating” to come out the side of mouth at me before we are in. these. streets.
It was in reference to Sanjay’s party, but Apu is the one who vows to “party like it’s on sale for $19.99.”
Your choice of the term “bitching” to describe complaints about the dearth of diverse Hollywood fare is an interesting one indeed. Also interesting is the suggestion that writing a screenplay with no means and/or intention to have it become an actual film would in any way be useful or address the issue at hand.
“She walked in there and sang an aria beautifully with little or no rehearsal. She basically sight read the thing.”
The cellphone analogy is apt in the following way: it is ridiculous to expect the average “disgruntled” cellphone user to have anything resembling the knowledge or resources to create their own cellphone service, just as it is ridiculous to expect the average “disgruntled” internet denizens whom you mentioned to have…
You seem to be making what I’ll call the “Louie CK Cellphone” argument: if people have problems with their cellphone service, they should go make their own. That’s a ridiculous statement on its face— for what I should hope are obvious reasons— which is why it was a funny joke.