The radio played
the radio played
For the record, I don't think that dirty Irishman is attractive. Not even the Italian.
Chicky, I posted them just for you. Don't try to make all of blogville think that you don't love them and want to have...like...nine thousand of their swarthy, grimy little babies.;-)I meant too, to post Mark Ruffalo (sp?) b/c I like him almost as much as nectarine tarts, too.But for you Baby Chicky, if that "dirty Irishman" ever rolls through town asking to Red Pepper dine with us, I will INSIST that I bathe him thoroughly so as not to offend you. Now that's friendship, Chicky. What next? A kidney?
When am I gonna get some Sophia time? Do I have to beg? Yeah, he's "black Irish." I prefer the blonde ones. Uh oh. Sam Rockwell's at the door...I better go answer it...
Mark Ruffalo? (awed voice)...(You are a true friend to be willing to wash that germ wad).
Lesley: The telephone or an email will get you the first free Sophia-moment there is. Because I like you so and you know it. You are the much-missed Miss, besides.Chicky: I am a saint, what can I say? Besides we won't have to split poor Mark R. in half like a sandwich--did you know he'd been sick--as in brain tumor? I listened to a recent NPR thing with him. Such a distinctive voice (actually it's what I love about the D.I. too, the voice and Bobby C.'s all dusky NY voice, too.)He is the most right thing about Closer and he is incredible in My Life W/O Me, a movie that inspires an afternoon of sobbing in me.1:27 PM
Jesus H. Seriously?
Veace? Are you not my girl? You DIDn'T like My Life...etc.?Sarah Polley? I have the worst girl-crush on Sarah P. Wait, really you must explain. Or is it Chicky's aversion to our little leprachan? Not germy. Just misunderstood. The next post is for you, my inebriated friend. All NY boys I already know can keep their sorry digits. (Not you Spoon.)
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