...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Friday, February 10, 2006
...overheard in the press suite
"so the bartender won't serve him and he slurs out , "hoowhyyyy not? commmme on aym always like this. then he proceeds to roll around on the floor in a pile of broken glass"
"so the bartender won't serve him and he slurs out , "hoowhyyyy not? commmme on aym always like this. then he proceeds to roll around on the floor in a pile of broken glass"
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