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Joy, gentle friends! THANK YOU, William Shakespeare. I am forever in your debt. I went to see The Tale of Cymbeline at the Georgia Shakespeare Festival with Amanda and her mother. Dear sweet non-denominational god.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Scene: Sauna. All men are shirtless and wear only towels. Iachimo: "Blah blah, I-can-prove-I-slept-with-your-wife-cakes." Posthumus: "Blah blah don't-believe-you-cakes." ::Iachimo lies on top of Posthumus; remember, both are in only towels:: Iachimo: "If you seek for further satisfying, under her breast--Worthy the pressing--lies a mole, right proud of that most delicate lodging: by my life, I kiss'd it... ::*LICK*:: blah blah blah." Me: "Oh my. Oh...oh, wow. Mmm." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ He licked him. HE LICKED HIM. Not to MENTION that Fuzzy (he played Guiderius in this one), my favorite from Much Ado About Nothing, was also shirtless and wearing a KILT the entire time. His lack of pants was quite apparent when he lept through the air and fell to the ground at the end. I had to avert my eyes. Ok, so I didn't. And his brother Arviagus also wore a kilt, and reminded me of Billy Boyd. Sammie and I decided that we're going to memorize a bunch of Shakespeare quotes and throw them into everyday conversation, thereby confusing our friends and delighting ourselves. For an approaching meanie or cheerleader: "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." Like the layout? I'll give it a few days to see if I do. Bear with me while I fix the links and such. Give me thy hand, 'tis late; farewell, good night! 2003-07-25 @ 4:11 a.m. |