I LOVE YOU TWO SO MUCH.
I’m dying inside hlysht. It’s not gonna be the same.
I suppose I could riff a list of things that I care as little about as our last week together. Lemme see, uhh…. Low-carb diets. Michael Moore. The Republican National Convention. Kabbalah and all Kabbalah-related products. Hi-def TV, the Bush daughters, wireless hot spots, ‘The O.C.’, the U.N., recycling, getting Punk’d, Danny Gans, the Latin Grammys, the real Grammys. Jeff, that Wiggle who sleeps too darn much! The Yankees payroll, all the red states, all the blue states, every hybrid car, every talk show host! Everything on the planet, everything in the solar system, everything everything everything everything everything everything–eve–everything that exists — past, present and future, in all discovered and undiscovered dimensions. Oh! And Hugh Jackman.
I’m falling in love with the soundtrack of this. I can’t stop listening to I Am The One. :x I need to see an awesome Broadway show someday.
Good job, Julie Andrews. Like for real. No sarcasm at all. Respect. ^:)^
HAHAHA. OMG WAIT, PAUSE, REWIND, PLAYBACK. DID ADAM PASCAL SAY HE LIKES PANIC AT THE DISCO? =))))))))))))))))))
Okay, so it’s AFYCSO days Panic in ‘07, BUT STILL HAHAHAHHA. AWESOME.
Ted: That’s so petty. You’re so petty, like you’re… you’re..
Marshall: TOM PETTY.
Ted: YEAH, TOM PETTY. YOU’RE TOM PETTY.
