Monday, October 13, 2008


Scene: Saturday morning in bed after a night of blissful uninterrupted sleep.

H: What's that smile for?

Me: What smile?

H: The one on your face right now. I can't read it.

Me: Oh, I'm relaxed and well-rested.

H: That explains it. It's been a long time since I've seen that.


Scene: A darkened theater, the trailer for Oliver Stone's W has just finished playing on the silver screen.

From the audience: He couldn't f*cking do anything right! Why the f*ck did they make a movie about him.

An awkward silence follows until someone begins to snort with laughter.

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