Sunday, April 22, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Get Rid Of Stepdaughter
Front Page (The Front Page)
Reporter 1 (taking the phone): Here Bensinger. Give me a rewrite man. Ah, Marty, are you?
Reporter 1 (reads his notepad): "New record on the execution of Earl Williams" ... Yes, execution is still scheduled for seven o'clock. "The authorities fear a general uprising of extremists for that day."
Reporter 2 (taking the phone while playing poker with other reporters): Here Murphy. Someone get me rewrite.
Reporter 1: "additional guards have been placed around the prison, the municipal building, railway terminals and subway stations."
Reporter 2: Update on the execution of Williams. "The sheriff has hired Hartman 200 other relatives to protect the city of the Red Army, which is leaving Moscow in a couple of minutes." I bet a dime.
Reporter 1: "This is what the offender ordered for his last meal: shrimp cocktail with exotic dressing, roast beef, Brussels sprouts, cake France's apple and chocolate milk. "
Reporter 2: " As a last meal, Williams requested the extra menu of 95 cents a greasy bowling outside the jail. "
Reporter 1: "At nine o'clock tonight, Williams will be examined by a new psychologist, Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer, at the request of the Association of Friends for the Freedom of America ...". Eggelhofer, yes. The Vienna. I put my story today in the morning! Who wrote that book, Auto abuse and antisocial behavior.
Reporter 1: "The poor bastard will be executed in the morning and the brainy Viennese want to ask if he played with his body when he was five. Will continue to report" (hangs up). (...)
Editor Walter Burns (after unsuccessfully impersonating officer Otto Fishbein): Tell Hildy wish him all the luck in the world, as my name Otto Fishbein. (...)
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: Tell me Mr. Williams, was you unhappy in your childhood?
Earl Williams: Actually, no. I had a perfectly normal childhood.
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: I see. He wanted to kill his father and sleep with his mother.
Earl Williams (Sheriff Hartman): If you talk dirty ...
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: When I was in school, what car you abused?
Earl Williams: No, sir. Do not believe it. I never would abuse me or anyone. I love people. I love everybody.
Sheriff Hartman: Sure. And the police probably will have committed suicide.
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: Well, well. Back to masturbation. Have you ever surprised by his father in the act?
Earl Williams: Ah, my father was ... He was never home. Train engineer was in Chicago.
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: very significant. His father wore a uniform like that policeman. And when he drew his weapon, an obvious phallic symbol, you thought it was his father and was going to use it to hurt her mother.
Earl Williams (Sheriff Hartman): You're crazy. (...)
Mayor: Pete, called the governor.
Plunkett: Oh, can not.
Sheriff Hartman: What do you mean you can not?
Plunkett: is that the governor has gone fishing. He alone, with his Indian guide and a canoe. You know, no phones, no nothing.
Mayor: Sure take your damn time to go fishing.
Sheriff Hartman (phone rings) Excuse me (out).
Plunkett: Hey, mayor ... just between us. Actually, not that I'm fishing. This Indian guide is actually a woman. In fact, not even India. Is from New Jersey.
(...) Peggy
: You do not mind waiting, right?
Driver: Why should I worry! The night is young, the breeze brings the scent of orchids and the meter is running (Clin!). (...)
Address: Billy Wilder. Writer: Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur (original play), Billy Wilder and IAL Diamnd (film adaptation). 
Reporter 1 (taking the phone): Here Bensinger. Give me a rewrite man. Ah, Marty, are you?
Reporter 1 (reads his notepad): "New record on the execution of Earl Williams" ... Yes, execution is still scheduled for seven o'clock. "The authorities fear a general uprising of extremists for that day."
Reporter 2 (taking the phone while playing poker with other reporters): Here Murphy. Someone get me rewrite.
Reporter 1: "additional guards have been placed around the prison, the municipal building, railway terminals and subway stations."
Reporter 2: Update on the execution of Williams. "The sheriff has hired Hartman 200 other relatives to protect the city of the Red Army, which is leaving Moscow in a couple of minutes." I bet a dime.
Reporter 1: "This is what the offender ordered for his last meal: shrimp cocktail with exotic dressing, roast beef, Brussels sprouts, cake France's apple and chocolate milk. "
Reporter 2: " As a last meal, Williams requested the extra menu of 95 cents a greasy bowling outside the jail. "
Reporter 1: "At nine o'clock tonight, Williams will be examined by a new psychologist, Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer, at the request of the Association of Friends for the Freedom of America ...". Eggelhofer, yes. The Vienna. I put my story today in the morning! Who wrote that book, Auto abuse and antisocial behavior.
Reporter 1: "The poor bastard will be executed in the morning and the brainy Viennese want to ask if he played with his body when he was five. Will continue to report" (hangs up). (...)
Editor Walter Burns (after unsuccessfully impersonating officer Otto Fishbein): Tell Hildy wish him all the luck in the world, as my name Otto Fishbein. (...)
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: Tell me Mr. Williams, was you unhappy in your childhood?
Earl Williams: Actually, no. I had a perfectly normal childhood.
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: I see. He wanted to kill his father and sleep with his mother.
Earl Williams (Sheriff Hartman): If you talk dirty ...
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: When I was in school, what car you abused?
Earl Williams: No, sir. Do not believe it. I never would abuse me or anyone. I love people. I love everybody.
Sheriff Hartman: Sure. And the police probably will have committed suicide.
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: Well, well. Back to masturbation. Have you ever surprised by his father in the act?
Earl Williams: Ah, my father was ... He was never home. Train engineer was in Chicago.
Dr. Max J. Eggelhofer: very significant. His father wore a uniform like that policeman. And when he drew his weapon, an obvious phallic symbol, you thought it was his father and was going to use it to hurt her mother.
Earl Williams (Sheriff Hartman): You're crazy. (...)
Mayor: Pete, called the governor.
Plunkett: Oh, can not.
Sheriff Hartman: What do you mean you can not?
Plunkett: is that the governor has gone fishing. He alone, with his Indian guide and a canoe. You know, no phones, no nothing.
Mayor: Sure take your damn time to go fishing.
Sheriff Hartman (phone rings) Excuse me (out).
Plunkett: Hey, mayor ... just between us. Actually, not that I'm fishing. This Indian guide is actually a woman. In fact, not even India. Is from New Jersey.
(...) Peggy
: You do not mind waiting, right?
Driver: Why should I worry! The night is young, the breeze brings the scent of orchids and the meter is running (Clin!). (...)
Address: Billy Wilder. Writer: Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur (original play), Billy Wilder and IAL Diamnd (film adaptation).
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
E71 Flashlight Disable
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This is not right. Can not live a long time how I'm doing now. Lie. Yes you can. A lot of people do. Work, work, work, work ... how stupid part is that I feel that this is an effort which targets mostly feel more comfortable regardless of what they are given, but still will hueviar and warm the seat. Not for nothing is exciting and I was starting to get uphill. Work, eat, shit, sleep, work, work, work aimless, meaningless, and plowing into the sea. The only thing that makes me feel worthwhile is to see my mouse quiet, free time but I remember that I have heard people say "bitch, weon, weon I work as a beast weon, weon from sunrise to sunset every day of the week and year weon, I have no time for anything else weon, but did what, weon?, weon toy happy, because I like to give the best to my family weon, etc, etc, etc. I will be ..."; bad parent, it seems that the truth, I'm not the side with this philosophy of life and I think it sucks. I am to hold, but today I feel I need my day of rage and wonder if I get into a liner. Yes, I know I'm an asshole. Tell me selfish, immature, lazy damn rotten as my mother told me, but I draw the head that works for live and not vice versa, and this is normal in the sense that many people in it, but I did not come with it's natural that you should be proud of it. I assume I am not a "working man" but a weon vacation, a hippie (sorry, mom, but there is). At the end we are all hippies.
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