The guy who shouted "Go fuck yourself, Mr. Cheney" has a website:
'Jaynestown'
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What's this about Cheney?
Maybe they should've gotten one of those escape hammer thingies. Maybe they shouldn't have taken the route over the bridge, but at that point I'm more interested in what the people outside the car did to help them. If that analogy makes any sense.
Word. This is where I'm at, too.
Love the Lulu Eightball, but... who's Moonchild?
Moonchild was the name Bastian gave the Empress. His mother's name, IIRC.
Speaking as an Empress, it is a stupid name.
His mother's name was Moonchild? What? Very confused.
What's this about Cheney?
The day Cheney was dispatched to Biloxi for damage control/photo ops, a passerby shouted loud enough to be heard: "Go fuck yourself, Mr. Cheney. Go fuck yourself."
Cheney laughed it off and started to say something to the effect of "He must be a friend of.... Nevermind...."
(Presumably, Cheney was going to say "he must be a friend of [whoever it was Cheney called a fucking asshole, while in front of a hot mic, during the early part of one of the campaigns], but realized that would be an INCREDIBLY FUCKING STUPID THING TO SAY, and promptly shut himself the fuck up.)
His mother was a hippie, then? I always wondered what the name was, and now I wish I didn't know. That's stupid.
His mother's name was Moonchild? What? Very confused.
Have you not seen the movie or read the book, dear?
His mother was a hippie, then?
I would say her parents were hippies and smoking everything including their underwear when they named her.
Actually, that would make his mother's parents hippies. So, really really confusing.
Saw the movie, never read the book. Couldn't understand what the kid was yelling.
Yes, parents hippies, then. Mother maybe not, considering, Bastian.
Can't... sentence... properly...
Have you not seen the movie or read the book, dear?
It's been, like, 15 years! A little slack here, okay? That part of my brain was overwritten at some point by your husband's insistence that everyone instantly recognize the quote about the Montgolfier Brothers going up in their first ballon.
(Er, just a little defensive, I suppose. Loved that movie.)