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Sorry! The plot has taken an unexpected, grim turn. Poor Abby has a horrible nightmare, balanced between life and death. Johnny turns into The Reaper, driving her through the Valley of Bones. He sings a dirge in imitation of a Hollywood musical, turning it into a dark parody — My Dire Lady:
“A few more hours, that’s all you’ve got
A few more hours before your soul I’ve got
There’ll be toasts to you all over town
And drunken soldiers falling down ,,,
“You’re getting buried in the morning
Ding, dong, the bells are gonna toll
No more with boffin’, jump into your coffin
And get into the hearse, let’s roll …
Abby is one and done? I thought she’s multiorgasmic.
Say no more …
Frazetta? Well you have to start somewhere and he was good even here.
She can’t wait….oy
The “ulp” is a good sign!
“Say no more! (No, seriously, shut up and don’t say another word. Ever.)
“Say no more!”
“Know what I mean. NUDGE NUDGE!”
“Does she go?”
LIEUTENANT: SALUTE THE BAR, SOLDIER!
JOE: Look lower, ma’am. Private Little Joe is definitely standing at attention! You’ll have to forgive him for wearing a purple helmet though – that’s your fault!
“Quit nudging me, you’re bruising my ribs.”
Comatose? Makes me think of date rape drugs. Not cool.
Sweet dreams are made of this…..who am I to disagree….I’ve traveled the world and the seven seas….everybody looking for something.
“No, ‘big’ is not the word I would use to describe it.”
Good thing we can’t read minds. Our egos couldn’t take it.
(Mine can barely stand what the body language is saying.)
June 21, 2014