They put me in a small room, shined bright lights in my face, and proceeded to volley really weird questions in my direction. The name “Pete Doherty” was mentioned several times, and since they threatened to show me the Rosie O’Donnell sex tape, I was forced to admit that I want to jump his junkie ass. Busted.
My only complaint is that no one asked me any questions about Quentin Tarantino. Do you people ever really read this blog anyway? Fickle blog skimmers.
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As Vice President of the FBS I take offense to the implication that I had forgotten Quentin Tarantino. Quite to the contrary - I simply do not know who he is. Hmmph!
So there!
i didn’t forget about you and quentin, dear; i merely assumed that that connection was as natural as breathing..:wink:
Thanks, Miss Amelie!
And RW, what is the FBS?
Fickle Blog Skimmers!
Okay, now I get it. My apologies - I don’t do well with acronyms.
Well, I thought your interview was a smash, dahin’, and you even answered my question! But if you were stranded with Pete, could you at least show him proper dental hygiene or something???
Dammit.
Just, dammit.
I have got to pay more attention to the question submitting deadlines.
It’s not liek I didn’t get the humping storm trooper in there. I just thought Tarantino was self explanitory
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