...that says "Playwrights Kill Their Babies" because I've heard that about a dozen times in the last week.
I KNOW we kill our babies.
That doesn't mean we enjoy it.
Mrrr.
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1 comment:
Ok, but then can I have a shirt with a little pocket sized picture of the Brokeback Mountain poster and the back of the shirt in huge type says "YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT" - my new favorite sentence in the world. ...I've been listening to the song again.
BTW - Goonies Never say die!
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