plz! plz!

PS Leave out the punctuation it makes the thing not authentic people who write these questions never make full stops not to mention commas or even capitals you should never include these in a request they just distract also punctuation is discriminating against the lazy and the dumb why not just leave them out they are so hard to learn man no offence peace man.

handstand, July 27, 2007; 4:55 AM

lol! You've got me there. Sorry if I confused anyone. ;0)

American.Nightmare, July 27, 2007; 5:13 AM

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serifiot, July 27, 2007; 9:15 AM

Ah, you must be referring to the theatrical version of this picture, because the one I saw featured a similar scenario, except, the biker-guy with the walrus-mustache turned out to be a hirsute, pizza-faced guy wearing a toga on his way to recite some lines from Virgil's "Aeneid", in Latin, at a nearby park. Along the way he piques the interest of a bookish female law student, who eyes the post-modern Roman poet breezing by her favorite coffee shop. Spilling her raspberry mocha on side walk, the intrepid, soon-to-be female esquire rushes to her toga-wearing man. He spins around; their eyes lock. She throws him a dimpled-smile. Suddenly, it becomes clear: She is his Beatrice; he is her Dante. She takes his arm and he leads her back to his roach-infested apartment, where they have carry out their sexual adventures in iambic pentameter--his thrusts act like unstressed syllables, while her moaning acts as the primary stress. Afterwards, he asks her if she would like to go out to a Frank Zappa karaoke party. She agrees. He asks her if she has a costume. Costume? Yes, he says, pausing slightly, You cannot go to a Frank Zappa party without dressing like up a character from one of his songs." She sighs, professing her ignorance of Zappa's music. He snaps his fingers, and during the cut-away, the two fate-matched lovers are roaming the city streets. This time, 21st century Roman is traded for a tall skinny, guy with a big walrus mustache and two equal-length side burns, while his lady esquire is wearing false teeth and shoes with no heels that considerably reduce her height. They are sidetracked by a strangely remote Circle-K. They enter, and find a lonely part-timer behind a rectangular counter; he glances up to look at them, taking a break from his book entitled, Electronic Calculus. He waves, but their attention is averted by the cherry Slurpee machine. After the last swirling red spiral of crystallized goop falls into the large paper cup, the two saunter over to old coin-op machine. But it is not Gauntlet they are playing, it's Golden Axe. Their eyes meet again, the whole world feels connected, and for once, everything makes sense. A song bursts through the old RCA speakers in the store. It sounds like Styx; no, it's Journey; wait a minute, it's Hall and Oates. Hell, I'm sorry guys I can't remember what the song was. All I know is that I will never, for the rest of my life, watch this movie again. And if you find yourself in the middle of it, turn it off and purge it from your mind as I did, and sudden death will befall any one who even so much as mutters its title in good company. Best,
Jeremy

Jmicpilars, July 28, 2007; 6:00 AM

lol! That was classic. You should be a professional writer, if you aren't already. ;-)

American.Nightmare, July 28, 2007; 10:24 PM