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Post by Jonny Boy McFish Bizkit on Apr 25, 2007 10:46:45 GMT -5
well its Ezikeal ,and the only movie ive heard it in was pulp fiction.is that right?
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Post by Friendly Communist on Apr 25, 2007 14:55:48 GMT -5
Correct!
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Post by Jonny Boy McFish Bizkit on Apr 25, 2007 16:53:51 GMT -5
yey! ok here goes...
''Take car. Go to mum's. Kill Phil - "Sorry." - grab Liz, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over. How's that for a slice of fried gold? ''
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Post by Friendly Communist on Apr 25, 2007 16:56:36 GMT -5
Shaun of the Dead. My fav.
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Post by Jonny Boy McFish Bizkit on Apr 25, 2007 16:57:46 GMT -5
of course.your go
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Post by Friendly Communist on Apr 25, 2007 17:00:10 GMT -5
"Well, I wouldn't argue that that was a no-holds-barred, adrenalin fuelled thrill ride, but there is no way you can perpetrate that amount of carnage and mayhem and not incur a considerable amount of paperwork."
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Post by Jonny Boy McFish Bizkit on Apr 25, 2007 17:00:49 GMT -5
hot fuzz?
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Post by Jonny Boy McFish Bizkit on Apr 25, 2007 17:01:27 GMT -5
my fave
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Post by Friendly Communist on Apr 25, 2007 17:02:13 GMT -5
Si. Another one of my faves.
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Post by Jonny Boy McFish Bizkit on Apr 25, 2007 17:07:22 GMT -5
''This is it. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't try to stop me this time, Smee. Don't you dare try to stop me this time, Smee, try to stop me. Smee, you'd better get up off your ass. Get over here, Smee. ''
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Post by Friendly Communist on Apr 25, 2007 17:08:43 GMT -5
The Producers
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Post by Jonny Boy McFish Bizkit on Apr 25, 2007 17:09:19 GMT -5
nope
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Post by Friendly Communist on Apr 25, 2007 17:10:20 GMT -5
Hook?
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Post by Jonny Boy McFish Bizkit on Apr 25, 2007 17:10:40 GMT -5
yey!
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Post by Friendly Communist on Apr 25, 2007 17:14:25 GMT -5
"I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends- as opposed to what we actually are- people who don't know each other's names and met in a chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before. What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You've got mail. I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you."
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