Will spend the night at the movies today. *Ohsohappy*
[Warning] Getting sleepy drunk at 2 a.m. may cause conversations such as this.
Happy Mao Tse Tung Day to you all!
I swear I miss Fievel.
- the right to be unhappy:Not making sense
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Fievel's first appearance: ...And then there were pandas there too, and why am I obsessed with pandas? (Because every time you look into a mirror, you see panda eyes) Ah, yes, it's all your fault. (Yes, it is.) You bitch. (Lupa.) Yes, you bloody lupa. I can't believe you! I'm going to put you in jail for the rest of your life. (How are you going to do that?) You bloody Patricians, always thinking you can do anything. (I lived longer than you. I died of *old age*.) That doesn't mean anything. I'll become consul, and then I can dance whatever way I want. (Dance?) ...Did I say dance? (Yes.) I meant... cough. Why did I say cough? (Breathe?) Yes, maybe. Have you eaten that brown mouse from Disney? (...What mouse?) That one called Fievel. (Never heard of him. From which movie?) He's brown, and he's made out of strawberries. (...Strawberries?) Yes, and he's yummy, with some creamy thing inside, and potatoes, and bananas. (Potatoes?) Yes, he's very nice, and I want gelinhos. (Gelinhos?) Yes, it's the meaning of Life! Life, the Universe... (...And Everything) Exactly! (42 gelinhos!) Yes, forty-two gelinhos!
I can't believe you have posted this.
But it's more unbelievable the Fievel is made of strawberries thing.
What about the potatoes?
Ying, yang, ying, yang, ying, yang, ying, yenanaphone!