I really hope some more picture of this show up later, because these are essentially identical, and the idea of Isla Fisher dressed as Catwoman holds a great deal of promise. I can’t believe these are all that I could find. I’d have gotten some amazing pictures if she had come to my house. “Hold on one second, I have to open a new bag of candy,” I would say to buy time as I soaked a rag in chloroform.
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Jesus, Bren, did you turn your clocks back to Thursday?
Okay, here goes….
I could probably write Hamlet before anyone else shows up.
“Frailty, thy name is woman!”
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
To die, to sleep–
No more–and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep–
To sleep–perchance to dream:
ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.
That’s all I can remember.
‘Course I suppose I could look it up…
How ’bout those Yankees?
So, Ssnake, if you could be any kind of tree, what kind would you be?
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Thanks, Tony, I was getting nervous there….
The last comment generated an endless loop of new tabs in Firefox. I had to shut the browser and re-open it.
penis.
my head hurts.
Mary Jane is the best girl to see if you’ve got a hangover.
Works every time.
Nice recitation there Ssnake, getting ready for a nice sports sunday for a NY er?
mind if i hit up a bowl?
ukicked - great minds . . .