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2001-10-10

Certain things that become clear when laying in bed sick are:

Monty Python is fun. I’ve watched their 30th anniversary, Monty Python and the Holy Grail and Life of Brian in one sweep and all I can say is that Graham Chapman was a genius.

Steve Irvin is insane. I want him to be bitten by a poisonous snake just once for laugh. It might not be nice to wish this but that way, he would probably not say things such as “It’s gorgeous” or “Oh boy, it’s cranky now!”

Ricki Lake makes your brain rot. Nuff said. Why did I even watch this? Five minutes of my life I’ll never see again, and those where supposed to be spent on being the best time in my life.

There is no excuse anymore. While I can understand that some people don’t like paying extra for a cheque like I did, the option of not order it no longer stands. Amazon.com now has both the Flash Girls cds, so what are you waiting for? Run there as fast as those packets can take you and order both Play Each Morning Wild Queen and Maurice and I. Tomorrow they might be sold out for christ sake.