Wednesday, August 31



Russell and Renee's Cinderella Man was surprisingly engaging; I felt like one of the protagonist's vast vociferous supporters at Madison Square, while in reality I was literally on the edge of my cinema seat silently cheering him on as he sparred, and ultimately victored over numerous real and abstract opposition. An excellent production; and unlike the brooding, but also quality counterpart Million Dollar Baby, ended the way all stories (and fairy tales) should: Happily ever after. :)

Ever heard of the telephone pranksters, Jerky Boys? When you see me online on MSN, please ask me to send you a mp3 of my cousin's friend punk'd-ing some bangla. The perfect anti-depressant for the sad, sad world we live in today!

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fucking awesome picture of the fucking awesome red devils sms-ing 'fuck you's to them arsies, blue boys and livers. it's almost as if keane's educating rio how to add his trademark brand of 'class' to the latter's text

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