Now I want to see a mashup titled "Leaving Las Vegas in 60 Seconds." A bunch of drunks bet each other that they can race from Vegas to Salt Lake City... it would be a very short movie and the I-15 North will be a massive pileup of bodies and steel when it's done.
"Oh noooo! That a massive pileup of bodies and steel is blocking the entire I-15 North! We can't get to Utah anymore, it's impassable and impossible! What'll we do NOW?"
(THINKS FOR A FEW SECONDS, THEN SUPPRESSES A GIGGLE AND HEADS BACK TOWARD DENNY'S--THE FANCY ONE, ON FRONTIER STREET--FOR A "MOONS OVER MY HAMMY")
Growing up in the Greater Los Angeles Media Market, I saw that damn commercial ten times a day. I don't think I knew until years later that it was an actual popular song and not just a jingle for a local bank.
The Carpenters version, believe it or not, was a cover of the commercial. Paul Williams....because of course....wrote and performed it int he commercial.
Now I want to see a mashup titled "Leaving Las Vegas in 60 Seconds." A bunch of drunks bet each other that they can race from Vegas to Salt Lake City... it would be a very short movie and the I-15 North will be a massive pileup of bodies and steel when it's done.
"Oh noooo! That a massive pileup of bodies and steel is blocking the entire I-15 North! We can't get to Utah anymore, it's impassable and impossible! What'll we do NOW?"
(THINKS FOR A FEW SECONDS, THEN SUPPRESSES A GIGGLE AND HEADS BACK TOWARD DENNY'S--THE FANCY ONE, ON FRONTIER STREET--FOR A "MOONS OVER MY HAMMY")
Gio Ribisi is another Scientologist. Do I see a theme here?
They do tend to flock together.
Oh- flock. Sorry, I misunderstood.
<<Camille, sudden impact trauma would be one good way to cut short the traditional lingering death scene>>
*furiously scribbles new ending to the Queen Consort...*
<<there’s plenty more whimsy where that came from>>
That poor dog, how long was he holding in this whimsy?
We offered him use of the puppy pads, but apparently he felt that was beneath his dignity.
I hope he at least got a nice bone for his trouble.
<<his underworld confederates call him “The Carpenter,”>>
He's only just begun...
Now I'm having flashbacks to that Crocker Bank commercial from 1970:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97X9huy7pHQ
OMG! You found the original version!
As a music trivia buff, I am impressed!
Growing up in the Greater Los Angeles Media Market, I saw that damn commercial ten times a day. I don't think I knew until years later that it was an actual popular song and not just a jingle for a local bank.
The Carpenters version, believe it or not, was a cover of the commercial. Paul Williams....because of course....wrote and performed it int he commercial.
Wow. I didn't know any of that, but it makes instant and perfect sense.
Better Living Through Bad Music
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/We%27ve_Only_Just_Begun
<<In fact, many of our celluloid heroes only reach their peak of raw sexuality when behind the wheel.>>
This paragraph brought to you by the American Petrochemical Institute.
API. It's not just for bees anymore.
<<What is? Hope? Dignity? My will to live...?>>
With Angelina? My erection.
Love Fast, Die Young, Leave a Good-Looking...uh...well, deflated looking...
I meant more premature exasperation for her, but OK.