Without question, a gauntlet, a dirty, stinky, smelly, tiny glove of gobbeldeygook has landed at my feet. It appears that the fool in question, Sir Levy of the fifedom of the Mighty Reds, has fallen on his cute, yet balding head!
I guess once you get to your age 'ol chap, the mind is the first thing that starts to go. If memory serves correctly, and I know that my memory lays oh so preciously and precariously intact, I whooped yo' ass in the Scene It challenge at Casa Del Spivak!
Glory be unto the King, for I have a reign of useless movie knowledge that will continue to rain down upon thee!
Despite any claims that you may have won the actual game, we all know that Lady Luck (that conniving bitch) simply rolled those loaded dice against me (and my lovely partner Jo Jo!).
I hereby do formally decree as Lord of the Scenes, that from this day forth Mr. Levy be banned to the outskirts of cinematic fury, and may he forever be doomed to watch repeats of Bette Middler movies until his dying days!
Now, you can choose to attempt to save your little cinematic arse, by accepting that I am indeed your MOVIE MASTER!
Peace Out Biatch!
Done.
EM
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Was there enough emphasis on the lovelyness of your partner Jo Jo? I think no! Lets remember that it is a game played in teams and i do recall saving our butts a couple times....
ok ok ok!!! Jo Jo is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo lovely it hurts (and I'm willing to bet that after this post, it's gonna hurt more)!
and yes, you saved our butts, but i do recall that you were on drugs, zoned out and for the better part of the night it was all moi (please don't hurt me).
- me
Well well, consider the gauntlet thrown.
as long as the gauntlet is thrown at his head for that last comment....
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