I don’t care. Just get it done.
Will do.
Hello? Yes. I know. No excuses this time. Just get it done.
Yep. We just heard. You have to make this happen. Get it done.
Get it done.
Get it done.
それが成し遂げます
Look…can you just make sure this gets done?
Get it done or I will rip your tongue out and mail it to your rotten, no good mother!
Um…sure…you got it boss.
Sheesh…
Los Angeles, CA – AMC is frantically trying to suppress a leaked copy of the approved script to the series finale of Mad Men in which all six of the unlikeable, self-centered, unredeemable main characters are brutally beaten to death by a California biker gang. It appears that head writer Matthew Weiner will give fans what they want: to see the characters who have absolutely wasted their time over the course of several years with no growth or tangible story arc get into a tussle with the Gypsy Motorcycle club and have their asses absolutely handed to them on a platter.
The leaked script has the advertising agents becoming embroiled in a bitter turf war which culminates in a 42 minute fight sequence at a San Francisco honky tonk. Pete Campbell is shown having a pool cue broken over his head , Joan Harris is repeatedly whipped with a heavy chain, and Don Draper is stuck in the kidney with a stiletto.
Fan reaction to the script has been mixed, with a minority of people looking for a more traditional ending and most others thinking that useless, vapid, wastes of humanity got off too easy.
“Enjoy the little things in life because one day you`ll look back and realize they were the big things.” – Kurt Vonnegut
She lays her head upon a flannelled pillow,
Strands of aurburn falling into her eyes.
The night has grown silent save for the
Buzz of a box fan drowning out the creaks
And settling sounds of a house drifting to sleep.
Two socks on her feet are rubbing the sheets
Creating a friction and a starting point of comfort.
Before the lights dim, I give her a kiss on the ear
And another on the cheek and another on the chin.
Her eyes open and I stare into our future
specked with blacks and reds and yellows and oranges.
She closes them again and smiles deeply at some
daydream of which I must be playing a part.
I wonder out loud, what she’s smiling about.
Her cheek brushing against her bare shoulder.
The smile grows wider and deeper.
She looks at me enraptured and says…
“I’m really excited to eat that bagel tomorrow.”
I’ll be at the Pittsburgh Improv tonight opening for T-Robe. He’s filming a DVD and already both shows are sold out. It’s going to be an absolute blast working with one of my very best friends in the local comedy scene.
Columbus, OH – Ohio University Football coach Urban Meyer has inked a blockbuster deal in which he will earn $6.5 million dollars in elective credits every year until 2020. Following the same compensation principles that apply to student athletes, the 50-year old head coach will be able to enjoy additional perks like free room and board, textbooks and full access to Ohio State’s meal plan.
With the average cost of college education sitting around $23,000 per year, Meyer should be able to earn many advanced degrees while working full-time as the head coach of a Division I football program which generates millions of dollars.
“I have to have something practical to fall back on,” said Meyer. “Having 13,280 credit hours at my disposal should really allow me to find a career that I am passionate about just in case I can’t make it in the pro’s.”
“Also, they have a ping-pong table at the gym, so that’s pretty cool.”
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