Thoughts of a dying humourist

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Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Hail all to the genesis of The Willow and myself's addiction to all that is Irish.
(of course this is technically not correct because the leads are played by two Americans who do bad accents. Believe me people, Ive heard the real thing and it doesnt sound the same at all.)

If you havent seen it, there's a hole in your education.

you may now proceed to flood the comment box on your favourite movies.Or those you consider a must see. And Im working on the female list, any suggestions?

Anni
10:53
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