...at least it leaves you some self-respect, and some dignity. okay, i know i'm really relying heavily on the 'sure-fire' tootsie jokes lately... but hey, what do you want from me? its like, late. so here's another screen capture i took a few months ago. those of you familiar with the flick will recognize it as like, stage 4 in michael's hellish '5 stages of hell' night. yes, after some crazy babysitting, a lesbianish misunderstanding, and a near-rape by an old man, he finds himself face-to-face with his jilted 'friend with benefits,' sandy. he's shower-fresh, (...good shower) and has to explain a few things. so sandy wants the truth... no matter how badly it stings. hey, she's read 'the second sex,' she's read 'the cinderella complex,' she's responsible for her own orgasm, she doesn't care! she just doesn't like to be lied to! so, there's only one thing left to ask before she storms out in a fury, and i think you know what it is: yes... '...are these real chocolate-covered cherries...??' punctuated, of course, with a freezing-cold, '...don't call me!' man, it just doesn't get old, does it? (click to enlarge)
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You forgot that Les, the nicest man in the world, proposed to him that night!
he went to the ladies room, he almost pissed in the sink, he's in trouble, man!!
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