Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.
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[posted on July the 19th] |
Seriously, give me one piece of proof of Zac Efron's homosexuality. He's not really that great of an actor, people. His answer to the gay question was in my opinion the most brilliant way to answer a question of the sort without alienating any of his fans. Plus his really only heteroflexible friendship has been with a certain Mr. G5. Or for the record, proof of Lucas, Corbin's, Jared's, Joe, Kevin's, etc etc etc. Is the Gay Hunt the new Witch Hunt? And therefore I leave you with this:
Sir Bedevere: There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
Peasant 1: Are there? Oh well, tell us.
Sir Bedevere: Tell me. What do you do with witches?
Peasant 1: Burn them.
Sir Bedevere: And what do you burn, apart from witches?
Peasant 1: More witches.
Peasant 2: Wood.
Sir Bedevere: Good. Now, why do witches burn?
Peasant 3: ...because they're made of... wood?
Sir Bedevere: Good. So how do you tell whether she is made of wood?
Peasant 1: Build a bridge out of her.
Sir Bedevere: But can you not also build bridges out of stone?
Peasant 1: Oh yeah.
Sir Bedevere: Does wood sink in water?
Peasant 1: No, no, it floats!... It floats! Throw her into the pond!
Sir Bedevere: No, no. What else floats in water?
Peasant 1: Bread.
Peasant 2: Apples.
Peasant 3: Very small rocks.
Peasant 1: Cider.
Peasant 2: Gravy.
Peasant 3: Cherries.
Peasant 1: Mud.
Peasant 2: Churches.
Peasant 3: Lead! Lead!
King Arthur: A Duck.
Sir Bedevere: ...Exactly. So, logically...
Peasant 1: If she weighed the same as a duck... she's made of wood.
Sir Bedevere: And therefore...
Peasant 2: ...A witch!
Sigh, I hate ONTD
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LUKE: I was with a customer. She interrupts me, wild-eyed, begging for coffee, so I tell her to wait her turn. Then she starts following me around, talking a mile a minute, saying God knows what. So finally I turn to her, and I tell her she's being annoying -- sit down, shut up, I'll get to her when I get to her. She asked me what my birthday was. I wouldn't tell her. She wouldn't stop talking. I gave in. I told her my birthday. Then she opened up the newspaper to the horoscope page, wrote something down, tore it out, handed it to me.So I'm looking at this piece of paper in my hand, and under "Scorpio," she had written, "you will meet an annoying woman today. Give her coffee and she'll go away." I gave her coffee.
LORELAI: But she didn't go away.
LUKE: She told me to hold on to that horoscope, put it in my wallet, and carry it around with me - one day it would bring me luck.
LORELAI: Well, man, I will say anything for a cup of coffee Um...I can't believe you kept this. You kept this in your wallet? You kept this in your wallet.
LUKE: Eight years.
LORELAI: Eight years.
LUKE: Lorelai, this thing we're doing here -- me, you -- I just want you to know I'm in. I am all in. Does that, uh -- are you, uh, scared?
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