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I'm reposting, because a certain ahem...whore posts too much and i don't think anyone saw it. i suggest u never post at night because this, ahem...whore will block it out. lol. jk catherine. u know i love u. well, here it is...
as catherine puts it "the rehersal from hell" (lol thanks catherine) sucked ass. it was fuckin' long. but you know, take the bad with the good and...so on. well, finally finished the book. in 1 hour and 55 minutes there will only be 8 days left. agggggghhhhhh! so happy. it will be awesome. went and looked at the vader costume today. the mask is so sick. i want to buy it so extremely bad. well, i have to go and wash the makeup off my face that i was forced to apply. yeah, sukage. well, another quotable...later amigos!
Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
Therapist: Oh no, please, please, let's hear about your childhood.
Dr Evil: Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian woman named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Therapist: You know, we have to stop.
as catherine puts it "the rehersal from hell" (lol thanks catherine) sucked ass. it was fuckin' long. but you know, take the bad with the good and...so on. well, finally finished the book. in 1 hour and 55 minutes there will only be 8 days left. agggggghhhhhh! so happy. it will be awesome. went and looked at the vader costume today. the mask is so sick. i want to buy it so extremely bad. well, i have to go and wash the makeup off my face that i was forced to apply. yeah, sukage. well, another quotable...later amigos!
Dr. Evil: The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
Therapist: Oh no, please, please, let's hear about your childhood.
Dr Evil: Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian woman named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Therapist: You know, we have to stop.