I find it very hard to believe that at one point in not too distant history people actually went and bought Lionel Ritchie albums. Just listen to this cheesy shit:
"Oh you just picked the lamest Lionel Ritchie song," you say. No, they are all like that. Whatever. In the end one person's cheese is another person's mold.
Have you ever wanted a drink so bad that you've considered going to mass?
Holla. A play in one act.
Guy, late teens to early 20s, carrying a two litter in a plastic bag.
Girl, same, on cell phone.
Outside of an urban neighborhood food/lottery/cigarette store. The kind of place that has really weird energy drinks. Guy is standing outside the the door. Girl walks by talking on her cell phone.
Guy: Hey, baby. Baby, what's yo number?
Girl ignores Guy.
End.
Fight to Survive by Stan Bush, from Bloodsport, one of the greatest movies of all time.
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