Yeah, that was awesome. I loved all the side conversation in that movie -- the stuff that wasn't moving the plot forward.
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
There was a lot of plot, but there was a lot of side stuff also. The minor characters really popped, and I don't think they detracted from the main narrative or the stars.
There was a lot of plot, but there was a lot of side stuff also. The minor characters really popped, and I don't think they detracted from the main narrative or the stars.
Totally.
Also, I didn't know until yesterday that Ace and Gary, the Ambiguously Gay Duo, were voiced by Stephen Colbert and Steve Carrell until yesterday, but now it's really weird listening to them on SNL.
I never thought I would live to hear Dennis Haysbert call something a steaming bowl of elephant piss.
Typo boy that sounds like my kind of parade.
warm purrs to Mister Kitty
The minor characters really popped, and I don't think they detracted from the main narrative or the stars.I liked in the movie as well. And the Sikh moment you mentioned. I have to say I wasn't expecting it and really did laugh.
I hope Mister Kitty eats tonight and that you and he are comforted by the cuddling time, sara.
I'm all worried about Mr. Kitty, too. It seems very unfair that Chumley has cruised through a six-tooth extraction with very little trouble, while sara's poor little guy is so miserable. I hope the night went good for him, and that being in familar surroundings is going to be the rest of the cure he needs.
I hope the night went good for him, and that being in familar surroundings is going to be the rest of the cure he needs.Me also. My thoughts are definitely with Mister Kitty and sara right now.
It's so hard when they can't tell us where it hurts.
Why is it that I can never remember that I would like to have pancake makings (or really, any breakfasty type food) in the house until Sunday morning?
Why is it that I can never remember that I would like to have pancake makings (or really, any breakfasty type food) in the house until Sunday morning?
Because you're a flake.
I remembered to defrost the buttermilk just in time. So there will be pancakes shortly. And, for the first time in forever, I have breakfast links too.