Hydrogen: I wish she had gone into "Kombat mode" instead, then she could have yelled "GET OVER HERE" and torn his still-beating heart out with her bare hands.
Hydrogen: At least this is a short break from the unending boredom of the other 600 hours of desert-hiking footage.
Trillaphon: Did you know this movie was actually adapted from the wildly popular TV version?
Hydrogen: There's a TV show?
Trillaphon: Well, I dunno if you could call it a show, exactly; it's more like the Iranian equivalent of that 24/7 yuletide log channel. "Moods of the Desert - Ambient Sandscapes for Every Occasion."
Hydrogen: I dunno, that sounds more like a Kenny G album title to me.
Trillaphon: If only Kenny G were a smelly goat-herding nomad instead, just think how much better the world would be.
Hydrogen: You're just trying to get a death-sentence fatwa put on you at this point, aren't you?
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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