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[wickedflea]

This Disco Godfather movie is taking over my brains. Sometimes--and the more observant of you will have already noticed this--I get obsessed with a movie or an album or even just a turn of phrase, and it rules my life for days. Such is the case now. When I heard about Britney's latest freakout this morning, the very first thing that popped in my head was Rudy Ray Moore yelling, "Where IS Britney, and WHAT HAS SHE HAD? I want you to call a AMALANCE and when they get here I want you to tell them what she has HAD, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Somebody please Netflix this movie and watch it. I know not a single one of you has any idea what in the hell I'm going on about, and it makes me feel silly and alone.

Gah. I just remembered that I had terrible dreams last night. In one, I found a llama hiding in the bushes next to my childhood home. At first I thought it was a snake, but when he got up and started playfully headbutting me, I knew he was all llama. The bad part was that then a fucking ALLIGATOR came along and ATE the sumbitch. I shit you not. :(

Comments

[davesslave.livejournal.com]

Okay, now you've got my curiosity. I'm going to have to rent that movie. I hope it doesn't make me want to bang my head against a wall in the hopes the memory of it will fall out, afterward.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

YES!!!

It's worth every minute. Every time I see it, I see another layer of splendid putridity. It's so genuine and entertaining in its ineptitude. :D

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

Hee hee! Good ol' Rudy. I think I'll rent that next week.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Awwwwyeah! A Dolemite renaissance. :D