Sadly, my most favorite series on television, HBO's "Rome," had its season finale last night, about the only television show my girlfriend and I have ever agreed on.
So, anyway, I realize that Caesar had to die. You can't rewrite history and all that. But why would ANYONE want to kill off Niobe? How could you possibly dispose of eye candy that looks like THIS? Sweet mother of pearl, what a travesty.
Posted by Ryan at November 21, 2005 01:49 PM | TrackBackI dunno dude, I'm getting a distinct Crying Game vibe off that picture.
Posted by: Joshua at November 22, 2005 08:26 PMUm, Ryan me old mate, don't wanna make like a troll or anything, but . . .
C'mon, you're talking about the US entertainment industry! They rewrite history all the time!
"So, anyway, I realize that Caesar had to die. You can't rewrite history and all that." I'm just amazed that he didn't whip out a couple of Uzis from under his robe, mow those mofos down and then go on to single-handedly win the Second World War.
Posted by: simon at November 23, 2005 05:22 AMJoshua, check out her role in "Kama Sutra, A Love Story," and then tell me she's a dude.
Simon, you have a good point. Still, "Rome" at least tried to stick to the historical talking points.
Posted by: Ryan at November 23, 2005 09:13 AMI didn't say she is a dude. I just said she looked like one and implied, I think pretty clearly, that anyone who finds her attractive is a raging butt pirate.
Posted by: Joshua at November 24, 2005 01:51 PMOnly for you, Joshua. Only for you.
Posted by: Ryan at November 24, 2005 10:48 PMCareful, dude. My butt is a gateway drug.
(waits patiently while that image unfolds in your mind)
Posted by: Joshua at November 26, 2005 07:50 PMYuck.
I'm imagining a needle up the pee hole.
Yuck squared.
Posted by: Ryan at November 26, 2005 10:52 PMYou know, I had a fibre-optic camera up my pee hole once. I don't recommend it, but it's a funny story. Russian female urologist in a black leather miniskirt. Orange disinfectant on my johnson, which was held in place with a large chrome thing I can only describe as a stainless steel clothes pin. The whole thing seemed so much like a cheap set-up from one of the American Pie movies I kept laughing-- which, of course, made the fibre-optic thing much more painful than it had to be, but I just couldn't help it.
Not that you asked.
Posted by: Joshua at November 27, 2005 08:03 PM
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