But the Bedouin, they brought out the electric kettle drum! The local guitar picker got his guitar picking thumb! As soon as the sheriff had cleared the square, they began to waaaaaail!
Goddamn you, McLaughlin!
Good, good. I'd hate to kill your coffee tastes with my crazy calorie know-how. Nohow!
I do a lot of things that are hazardous to my health, Harri. calories should be the least of my worries. Although, I do need to watch my girlish figure.
I know. And I really wish you wouldn't. Girlish figures are precisely why I watch my calories. Not for my girlish figure. My figure is more stickish. But the girls like it and they have figures. Wocka wocka wocka.
It's definitely Marx Brothers. I just can't remember which one...
And now it's turned into NAME THAT REFERENCE.
"NOT nobody! NOT nohow!" Yes, well, see, I say it when I get worked up as well. Only I said it YEARS before Bert Lahr ever uttered it in a frilly lion suit.
A CD A COUNTRY AWAY!! I knew I should've packed CDs! I was kind of in a rush, though, what with the whole SNEAKING OUT WHILE GABE SLEPT AND OUR CATS WERE TRYING TO MAKE ME PLAY WITH THEM!
Ah! Right. Who's your favourite Marx Brother? Groucho?
Ahahaha! Yes, ribbons. "I got a permanent just for the occasion." I love that film, if you couldn't tell.
THE CATS LOVE ME. IT'S INSANE. That's a good idea. [...] Maybe my dad will rock the Casbah with me. I sang "Rehab" to him this morning. He thought I was crackers - he didn't know it's a real song!
Ha! I think my favourite is Harpo. If I was a Marx Brother, I'd be Harpo. I love his horn, mostly. What a horny man...
I can't really prevent Richie from reading this! Anyway, Bert Lahr wasn't him! AND AT LEAST HE WASN'T TURNED INTO A FAT HORN-BUM!
Who doesn't love frappuccinos?
I can only have them once in a while though. There's like a bagillion calories in those things.
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Do they? I never paid attention to that.
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Oh really? You don't think Bin Laden binges on the mocha fraps?
Yep yep yep yep. 420 calories in a grande mocha frap with cream.
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Should I not have told you that?
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No, I'll still drink them. Anyway, it's not often that I indulge in them.
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But the Bedouin, they brought out the electric kettle drum! The local guitar picker got his guitar picking thumb! As soon as the sheriff had cleared the square, they began to waaaaaail!
Goddamn you, McLaughlin!
Good, good. I'd hate to kill your coffee tastes with my crazy calorie know-how. Nohow!
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I'm blaming you.
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I do a lot of things that are hazardous to my health, Harri. calories should be the least of my worries. Although, I do need to watch my girlish figure.
Blame me for what?
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You can't see it, but I'm waving my fist at you.
I know. And I really wish you wouldn't. Girlish figures are precisely why I watch my calories. Not for my girlish figure. My figure is more stickish. But the girls like it and they have figures. Wocka wocka wocka.
For getting me so worked up that I said "nohow".
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...and in those corridors I see figures, strange figures, WEIRD figures.....steel 186, anaconda 74, American cane 138...
Let's see if you get THAT reference!
See, when you wrote 'nohow', it reminded me of Richie's Tale, the film version, where he's getting all worked up.
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TAKE THAT, indeed! I kind of miss 80's punk...
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It's definitely Marx Brothers. I just can't remember which one...
And now it's turned into NAME THAT REFERENCE.
"NOT nobody! NOT nohow!" Yes, well, see, I say it when I get worked up as well. Only I said it YEARS before Bert Lahr ever uttered it in a frilly lion suit.
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Good, good. Animal Crackers. My favorite.
Ribbons - don't forget those. They're Richie's bane.
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A CD A COUNTRY AWAY!! I knew I should've packed CDs! I was kind of in a rush, though, what with the whole SNEAKING OUT WHILE GABE SLEPT AND OUR CATS WERE TRYING TO MAKE ME PLAY WITH THEM!
Ah! Right. Who's your favourite Marx Brother? Groucho?
Ahahaha! Yes, ribbons. "I got a permanent just for the occasion." I love that film, if you couldn't tell.
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Chico, actually - how his character creates jokes and puns with his accent and poor understanding of the English language.
I have a falsetto voice....That's-a funny; my last pupil she had-a false set-a teeth.
Don't let Richie read this!
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THE CATS LOVE ME. IT'S INSANE. That's a good idea. [...] Maybe my dad will rock the Casbah with me. I sang "Rehab" to him this morning. He thought I was crackers - he didn't know it's a real song!
Ha! I think my favourite is Harpo. If I was a Marx Brother, I'd be Harpo. I love his horn, mostly. What a horny man...
I can't really prevent Richie from reading this! Anyway, Bert Lahr wasn't him! AND AT LEAST HE WASN'T TURNED INTO A FAT HORN-BUM!
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