Because I keep getting calls from people looking for the WINDFALL production office and I'm confused now.
We keep getting checks at my office addressed to a woman who hasn't worked their in four years. It's kind of comical at this point. People just don't update their databases.
Please note that I also went to high school with Casey Affleck. And their fourth friend in Good Will Hunting? The fair-haired guy who's always drunk in the corner? He's based on the boy I had my first heavy-duty crush on.
FYI.
looks askance at Matt
Woodchipper, my friend. Woodchipper.
OK, I'm still watching the Matt Damon, and is it true that using "fuckin..." like "um" is a Boston thing?? Like, "Yeah, we went to the... fuckin... oh yeah, the store..."?
Woodchipper, my friend. Woodchipper.
Wood chipper into a vat of acid. Which you then set on fire. And then feed to the piranhas. And then you run the piranhas through the wood chipper.
Wood chipper into a vat of acid. Which you then set on fire. And then feed to the piranhas. And then you run the piranhas through the wood chipper.
For issues of cost effectiveness, I think I'll stay with wood chipper into the stream of boiling acid, then run some branches through the chipper to try and catch those bits of, well, stuff that always seems to show up on the forensics shows.
I can't vote without sufficient information. Do the piranhas have frickin laser guns strapped to their heads?
Woodchipper, my friend. Woodchipper.
But unless you run the woodchipper over a fast-moving river and then hose the woodchipper down thoroughly with something like a pressure washer, you'll still leave behind enough evidence to get caught. Or so says my friend who majored in forensic anthropology.
Wood chipper into a vat of acid. Which you then set on fire. And then feed to the piranhas. And then you run the piranhas through the wood chipper.
Didn't you watch Snatch? Pigs. We need pigs.
Pigs. We need pigs.
That would be what the forensic anthropology major always recommends in these sorts of hypothetical situations.
