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Holy shit, high praise from Winwood! This is the proudest moment of my entire afternoon!
Like Don Draper hammering away at the keys in the form of a full-page ad in the times after looking at the painting of a washed-up drug-addled former fuck-buddy, I think I have, for better and worse, found my niche of contribution to the Videogum community. That said, I now bring you my new weekly series, “INAPPROPRIATE TIMING WITH SALLY DRAPER.” Feel free to Chris Hansen-style downvote me at will (for this, I probably deserve it- but here goes)…
When Sunday Nights COLLIDE!
Now YOU’RE THE MAN, POG…gy Olson..? What. Fuck. (There is no pun humanly possible here. You try it- I double-pog dares ya!)
I’m a little late to watching this unfold (like someone watching something unfold in the early 1970′s is 40 years too late), but I paused it (with my magical 2010 powers of time manipulation) to post this half way through the episode because… well… gasp, choke… DAMN, PEGGY OLSON!
I see your Kim Phúc and raise you an Eddie Adams…
Weddingcakeordeath, I’m putting that 24-karat diamond upvote on your finger right this moment! May we argue about who picks up the kids from soccer practice until cake (or death) do us part.
A round of upvotes for everyone! You’re ALL WINNERS!
Funny how we could rearrange those words and it would be equally true as in, “god it’s just gorgeous how stupid he is. GORGEOUS.”
She was really good in that Jackie Chan karate movie.
Holy shit, I guess he really WASN”T fucking with us…
Once again… The Sad KeDonu.
I know last week I said I was throwing Sad Keanu in my wheelie bin, but shit just got real…
While I agree it’s time we throw Sad Keanu in our wheelie bins, between Kenny’s motorcycle and Keanu’s helmet the birth of the Sad Kenneanu was inevitable. That said…