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March 27, 2006
John Wells Gets My Memo (Preview Only!) or next week's "a la maison blanc"
West Wing: loves me Toby, but that's not why you called.
Okay, all you cats and kittens out there. I know most of you TIVOed. If you got the promo, watch it. Watch it right now. Josh and Donna are in bed naked together.
And that's all I'll say for now. Until John Wells actually shows us the sex. I would like a full-frontal Bradley Whitford myself. I know there will be takers on a nekkid Janel Moloney.
It better be hot, or I'm buying a gun.
Posted by emily at 12:01 AM | Comments (0)
March 24, 2006
Bill Walton
His lack of love for the Pistons annoys me.
I watched Pistons/Heat for about two and a half quarters on ESPN until I figured out that Blaha/Lambeer were on Channel 8.
What a punk, that Bill Walton. He was like a Miami announcer. He practically had an orgasm everytime Dwayne Wade made a shot. What he never said was that Detroit shut Wade down to his lowest point night of the season. That the Dice kicked it up and Lindsey Hunter was phenom on D.
Oh yeah, and still the best record in the NBA. Slump my ass! You have to give it up for them sometime, Bill. Even Charles Barkley likes us now.
Punk.
Posted by emily at 1:06 AM | Comments (0)
March 19, 2006
Strip Clubs, et al...
Lansing: I told a Mormon way too much about my life. Why am I naturally suspicious of the religious? And why do I play it off as if I'm not leary of them? Mormon dude tells me his bro is a heroin addict; I tell him about Gabriel? And I know those reading FC (meaning my brother) may have a countering opinion, but I don't think heroin made G-boy a bad person. His inability to let go of the past did. Not like the Mormon would understand such things.
So we tell the Mormon were going to a strip club. Natch, he did not follow us. (the mormon has a crush on me. Fuck! Just me luck.) Now, if you're a hetero chick, naked women are interesting for about five minutes. Well, the first three or so strippers didn't do much with the pole. The next two had skills, dude. They did major acrobatics with their shaven who-ha hanging out in the air.
Still, you can't help but feel sympathy for them. Some of the dudes at the club were cute, but many were bald, fat, Karl Rove-esque creatures who stuck their face between their legs and between their tittties and drooled all over their bikini wax. I hope they make a lot of money. Besides, they looked bored.
Back in college, I went to a strip club in Yonkers. Not as flashy as this joint. Women were definetely bored. We tipped them a lot, just for their trouble. I wanted to tip some these chicks, but there was no g-string. Alas, I sipped water instead.
Posted by emily at 2:38 AM | Comments (0)
March 13, 2006
Admiral, There Be Kisses Here! or "A la maison blanc"
West Wing: Ah, the kissing. Yes, the kissing. And yes, there was a little issue with the relay of the key. But he wanted to take the key. What I'm not getting is that they were supposedly in DC, right? Don't Josh and Donna have, you know, homes in DC? Was the Santos campaign that strapped for cash that they sold their abodes? Am I missing something here?
But yes, the kissing. Ah, the kissing. I could have done without "Bang, Bang" in the background, although if that's foreshadowing, then I'm all for it. Because they are going to have sex. Yes. And it will be better sex than I've been having recently. Yes.
By the way, Janel Moloney looked much better last night then she had all season.
How can Hawkeye get sick? He's a doctor, bitches! Like I've said before, what I wouldn't give for Mike Farrell or that guy who played Winchester (please help me, I've totally... ah, David Ogden Stiers) to be part of the Vinick campaign. I mean, you know the actors already have chemistry. And Hot Lips, that campaign needs a little hot lips. Not Josh and Donna's hot lips; they need to remain attached to each other.
No Jamie Farr, though. Unless he is in a dress.
On another side note, it's nice to see Sam come back. Nice to see Joey Lucas. Amy... meh. Just as long as you don't stop the kisses and the sex. BTW, "Fried Green Tomatoes" was on the other night. I do like Mary Louise Parker. Quite a switch from Amy Gardner, to see her as a meek, abused, religious southern lesbian in the 30s.
They need one of those on WW, too.
All and all, it's not bad. This season, much better than season six.
And there be kisses!
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