When you get your dog a new toy, your dog is thinking "Oh great, another rubber thing that will squeak when I bite it, lucky me."
The old f:)cker just won't die! And that makes me happy.
I'm like George Burns! Only, not dead. Yet
Yes I watched the Friends Final Episode. Why the heck not. By now you've heard or read a thousand opinions on it, and you may have even watched it yourself. I'm not going to talk about the sitcom, I'm going to talk about the culture of Friends. I'm 25, which means I was 15 when Friends got started, and my formulative years were spent in the shadow of Friends culture.
A timely restoration for this mistreaded masterpiece.
I will miss them. I'll miss Chandler and Monica. I'll miss Rachel. I'll miss Joey, though not for long. I'll miss Phoebe and, um, whatshisname. And I'll miss Ross. Actually, I never liked Ross. So I won't really miss him after all.
The notion of "Anyone but Bush" needs to be challenged, as John Kerry is simply not fit for president.