Dear god, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Why won't they let it die? Why, why, why? How much do the cast and crew have to savage it in public before they put it out of our misery?
Of course I'll watch. It's like a bad tooth. You know you shouldn't. You know touching it will just hurt. And yet, you've just got to stick your tongue over and see what's changed since the last time you did that, two seconds ago.
Copyright © 2001, Iain Jackson, after-words.org
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12/19/2001: vive la france
12/19/2001: princess, redux
12/19/2001: yemen and rumsfeld
12/18/2001: you're NOT in the army now
12/18/2001: interesting donation
12/18/2001: shame on winn dixie, indeed
12/18/2001: saudi princess
12/17/2001: new resolve
12/17/2001: a victim of the attack ... yeah, right
12/17/2001: polluters ho!