Deadwood's really fantastic.
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(cocksuckers)
Sorry, I tried to leave it out, but I just couldn't.
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Deadwood's really fantastic.
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(cocksuckers)
Sorry, I tried to leave it out, but I just couldn't.
It's a fucking thing, you know. The head of our local vocational rehabilitation department is a Swearingen. Which actually explains a lot. I don't even know the guy, but I've been so tempted to call him a cocksucker and hang up, it's unbelievable. I wonder if I would be the first.
This write-up on Salon about Deadwood is awesome.
Echoing all the Deadwood supporters in saying
From what I hear it's a bunch of people in cowboy boots swearing and shooting at each other.
does not even begin to describe Deadwood. Although there is a lot of swearing. There really aren't even any cowboys on the show, strictly speaking.
Also? Deadwood has Molly Parker.
Some day, when I have more time, I'll watch the rest of it. Sadly, Paul didn't take to it.
Deadwood is brilliant. I practacally browbeat Erika into watching it, and she's glad I did. Aren't you glad, you puerile cocksucker?
Calamity Jane is my favorite. That is probably not a surprise. Yeah, Robin. I'm so glad you taught me that word, too. At first, it was kind of heavy going, but then I got invested and stuff.
Thanks for making me want to watch the show EVEN MORE. Geez.
Get to it before more of us start throwing around words like "cocksucker," "hoopleheads," and "gleets"!
I mean, S1 & 2 are out on DVD, and you don't want to fuck your life up flatter than hammered shit, only to find yourself beholden to some human cocksucker.
cracking up. I even wrote a little ficlet once. But my friends' list must have thought I was on laudanum because it dropped like a rock. Well, at least I'm not crawling around scrubbing bloodstains. Yet. But I'm completely ruled by three guys named Dave at HBO.
Bwah!
Martha: I'm trying to imagine what courtesy of mine would have forestalled the last awkwardness between us.
Oooh, snap! And the like! Martha is referring, of course, to rolling into town only to find her husband pickling his prick in the cunt brine of another. Thus rebuked, Alma soon regretted playing the class card and the damn-you-for-being-my-lover's-wife card, and our sympathies shifted ever so fucking slightly closer to Martha, despite her having interrupted some seriously provocative prick pickling.