Okay, confession #542: when I was a teenage girl, impressionable, in the late 70's/early 80's, my superstar crush was...
Barry Manilow.
No, really. Go ahead and laugh, I'll wait. Done? Okay. To continue. Needless to say this was yet another thing to be beaten the crap out of over by my peers, but the thing was, I actually came up with a movie idea. I
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