I don't know about this Spelling business. I'm thinking more Uma Thurman, myself (and yes, Moe, that's because I've suddenly developed a crush on you, but not because you're drinking Guiness ON the bar - it's because you look like you're about to fling the empty glass at some Cosmo Bubblehead, just on general principle).
Neel should really sit on my face. I mean, seriously. Why is he working? I'd pay his way for the rest of his life if he'd just let me whisper the lyrics to Elliott Smith's "Angeles" into his ass each night.
I love Neel in nearly the same way I love Mr. Rocket Silverman, but even I couldn't have come up with such a brilliant description. The Angeles reference was such a great touch.
Neel, I can talk as dirty as the Stoned one, but I have a few other tricks up my sleeve. Most notably, I have a fantasy involving the trilogy of swarthiness: you, Rocket and Gabe. Balk is there, too, but mostly to criticize and coach the menfolk.
Moe, if I had like, what, $107,913.56 to pay you annually, plus the ability to offer you health, dental and vision, a $30 weekly commuting allowance, a nice, clutter-free desk by a window overlooking some obscure city park, inside a converted loft on the top floor of a five-story brick building located in the bowels of lower Manhattan, with your own Mac desktop and a MacBook to carry home with you after-hours and on weekends, with access to a good electronic stock photo library, Lexis and newswire services, I would hire you. It might take a bit, but I hope you'd at least consider my offer... if and when I can make such an offer.
... that thoroughly monopolizes my brain ... to render it incapable upon punching out of the sort of anxiety and/or guilt and/or existential despair that takes the fun out of drinking.
Wait a minute -- they're taking the fun out of drinking now? This economy sucks!
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Her quote there only reinforces that theory.
Hooray for Moe!
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I love Neel in nearly the same way I love Mr. Rocket Silverman, but even I couldn't have come up with such a brilliant description. The Angeles reference was such a great touch.
Neel, I can talk as dirty as the Stoned one, but I have a few other tricks up my sleeve. Most notably, I have a fantasy involving the trilogy of swarthiness: you, Rocket and Gabe. Balk is there, too, but mostly to criticize and coach the menfolk.
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Sarah Palin's secret shopper! HA! Bet you didn't see that one coming. The horse was alive when I started flogging it.
Moe looks fabulous. Someone hire her. @Aaron Altman, check between your couch cushions.
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(Wait, are we friends?)
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Wait a minute -- they're taking the fun out of drinking now? This economy sucks!
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if you're going to drive a truck, please, use methamphetamine.
the rest of us have to make do with drink and pills.
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