RPF - The Midas Touch
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literaryll, who very specifically asked for this storyline, and who I could not deny because she's provided me with like 30 mp3s in the last two weeks.
RPF - Ari Gold, George Clooney, Daniel Radcliffe (by name only) and lots of offensive and slanderous talking about everyone, including your mother. I'm sure reading The Incredibly True Adventures of Four Stars, Two Actors in Love and One Gay Landmark would help, but it's not required.
The Midas Touch
Ari Gold loves the smell of napalm in the morning like Nicole Richie loves putting Columbia's #1 export up her nose. Not that Ari knows what the fuck napalm smells like, but if it's anything like the Warner Brothers/ InStyle Party then it smells a lot like champagne, undercooked ahi tuna, and bulimic actresses.
"Tom, baby, I've seen the dailies from that Da Vinci bitch. I can't believe you let Ron put a dead animal on your scalp. If it were me, I'd shave my pubes and stick those on instead, it can't look worse!"
Ari's winging his way through the post-Golden Globes parties, looking for his boy, because George just won himself a pretty, gold toilet paper holder, and Ari's only moderately pissed that George didn't thank him on TV. Yes, George gave him his due in the press room, but only the press are in the press room, and Ari wants the entire fucking free world, and all those fuckers in the sweatshops, to know who's George Clooney's number one boy.
"Drew, baby, you look fucking fabulous in that dress, and I don’t even care that your tits are down to your elbows. I say nature is the best support any woman could have."
Drew gives Ari the finger, and he flicks his tongue out at her. He'd hit that in a minute; sometimes it's good to be one of the most powerful men in town. Who the fuck is Ari kidding? It's always good to be one of the most powerful men in town. What's even better is when you're second only to your favorite client ever. Okay, so Ari tells everyone that they're his favorite client, but with George Clooney it's actually true, because how can you not love someone who makes you a millionaire at least three times a year?
"Reese, baby, I heard about the Chanel fiasco. Call my people and they'll cut off Karl's ponytail just for you and then you can do the Delilah number all over his coke-addled corpse, okay?"
Ari grabs a flute of champagne from the nearest cocksucker for hire and looks around the room. At this exact moment in time, his #1 client is so hot that George could leave a steaming pile of dog shit at the gates of the White House and people would applaud. This is the good life, and Ari's on a mission right now. Neither God, nor wife, nor Teri Hatcher's pneumatic frame is gonna keep him from it.
"Harvey, baby, looking good, gastric bypass is a miracle isn't it? And Eva? Still just as bitchy and horrible as ever, aren't you? You better suck Harvey's dick now, baby, because your 15 minutes are nearing the end. Even I know not to be mean to the help."
Speaking of being mean to the help, Ari tosses his flute of champagne in the nearest potted plant and pulls out his Crackberry. There are four messages from Lloyd, the best gay ass-monkey a man could have, and ten from the Sony bitches who tried to stall him on Vinnie's contracts last week. There's even an e-mail from Harry Potter's manager, and Ari's been trying to get in her stiff Brit panties for months.
Pretty soon Ari's going to rule the world with political flics and pubescent wizards. Plus, right now, Ari's secure in the knowledge that at this moment a congratulatory basket the size of Israel is winging its way up Doheny, through the hills, and to Georgie's house. Ari already had a consolation basket waiting in the wings, but now that that's not necessary, Lloyd can just cannibalise it for parts.
Ari's been sending Georgie a lot of baskets recently of the "I'm sorry your fuck buddy impregnated the family whore" variety.
With both Matt and Brad, and even out-of-favour Marky Mark, getting their beards knocked up, well, Ari's actually getting a lot of mileage out of the family whore basket. He's already got the patent paperwork together.
"Ari! Ari "I never fucking return anybody's phone calls" Gold! You motherfucker, you are the suckiest agent in town!" Ari glances up just in time to see Nick Nolte barrelling towards him, and he has to hide behind Camryn Manheim fast, because Nolte is almost as crazy as Gary Busey.
Camryn doesn’t seem very amused by Ari practically sniffing her ass, but Ari's only into the hot lesbians. "Sorry, Cam," he says with a smirk, backing away, "there used to be more of you to hide behind."
Camryn's face goes from annoyed to pissed off faster than Ari's Porsche can get up La Cienega, and he just misses getting knocked out.
"Ari, how many times have I told you about alienating the target audience?" George's tone is all amused tolerance, and Ari's too excited to even justify his actions.
One minutes he's running from a lesbian beatdown, and the next he's jumping into George Clooney's arms and hollering at the top of his lungs. "ALL YOU DOUBTING MOTHERFUCKERS WHO SAID WE'D BE LIVING OFF ER RESIDUALS UNTIL GEORGE CAME OUT OF THE CLOSET CAN KISS MY ASS!"
This is Ari's version of 'I'm very proud of you, well done' which is probably the only reason that George doesn't drop him on his head immediately -- he waits two whole seconds. And if Ari looks like he's been climbing all over his favorite client, well, that's just because he has.
"Ari, don't you think it might help if you didn't alienate the entire room before midnight? We still have to make it to the Oscars." George sounds like he's chiding Ari, but the smile is all indulgence.
"Fuck these lame ass motherfuckers, you have this shit locked up better than Mia Farrow's children after the Soon-Yi mess." Ari is all glee and nothing is going to mess with that. "First the Golden Globes, and then the Oscars, and then you'll be president, and you can make running off with the family homewrecker a felony punishable by no more adopting of foreign children."
George does his best not to snicker, but Ari knows he's a funny fucker. Plus, tonight is their night. They can do no wrong. "I'm so happy with you, I'm not even going to give you shit about not thanking me in front of your millions of viewers. Oh, wait, yes, I am."
"I thanked you backstage," George points out, eyes wide as though Ari's some starstruck woman or fudge packer between 8 and 98.
"I thank your mom backstage, too," Ari points out. "Normally, when she's sucking my dick."
George scowls, and Ari holds up his hands. "I'm excited, I went too far, I'm sorry. I'm going to sign Harry Potter in the morning and own the entire fucking world by noon, you'd be excited too."
George just shakes his head, waving at someone over Ari's shoulder. There are people attempting to muscle in on their conversation, but Ari's not having any of that. "Back the fuck up off me," he says to some blonde chick that looks like Hillary Duff's ugly twin. "You're not his type, and you're too flat for me."
George makes a choking noise, and Ari turns back immediately. "Ari, do you know who that was?"
"No, and I don't care either. Now, I want to talk about this Brokebitch sequel business. Are you serious about fucking Heath Ledger, because you know, if you wait a bit I can get you that Harry Potter kid? It'll be Jake's kid and Heath's kids getting together. The Godfather III does Brokebitch. You'll love it."
George just laughs. "Heath's kids were girls in the movies."
"Who cares?" Ari says, snagging two flutes of champagne and handing one to George. "One can be a trannie. Felicity already broke that one in."
George takes a sip of his champagne and raises an eyebrow, but if he hasn't automatically said no, then he's at least considering it. "No, Ari."
"Oh, well, fuck. Okay, you want Heath to suck you off, is that it? You know, if it'll get you another golden statue, I'll suck you off instead."
"Ari."
"Oh, you want to work with Jake again, is that it? You know he died in that last film, right? You might wanna just hire him to be your fluffer. You put it under catering or some shit." George is starting to look around, and Ari knows his time is running out. He's just excited, he's been with George since George was sleeping in Richard Kind's closet. Literally. "Okay, seriously, big man, congratulations, we can talk work tomorrow."
The smile George gives Ari is the reason that Ari is sending out so many 'Sorry about your fuck buddy baskets.' "Thanks for the offer, Ari."
"Hey, I can suck cock with the best of them," Ari says, clinking their glasses together.
George coughs, his unflappable façade actually cracking for a moment. "Ari, no."
Ari winks. "I'm just offering, Georgie."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Ari just snorts. "Please, you know I bring all the hos to the yard. But for you, as long as you keep bringing home the gold, I'm still your fag."
George's laugh catches the attention of everyone standing near then, but Ari's not deterred. "Hey when you've got Gold, what more could any man want?"
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literaryll, who very specifically asked for this storyline, and who I could not deny because she's provided me with like 30 mp3s in the last two weeks. RPF - Ari Gold, George Clooney, Daniel Radcliffe (by name only) and lots of offensive and slanderous talking about everyone, including your mother. I'm sure reading The Incredibly True Adventures of Four Stars, Two Actors in Love and One Gay Landmark would help, but it's not required.
Ari Gold loves the smell of napalm in the morning like Nicole Richie loves putting Columbia's #1 export up her nose. Not that Ari knows what the fuck napalm smells like, but if it's anything like the Warner Brothers/ InStyle Party then it smells a lot like champagne, undercooked ahi tuna, and bulimic actresses.
"Tom, baby, I've seen the dailies from that Da Vinci bitch. I can't believe you let Ron put a dead animal on your scalp. If it were me, I'd shave my pubes and stick those on instead, it can't look worse!"
Ari's winging his way through the post-Golden Globes parties, looking for his boy, because George just won himself a pretty, gold toilet paper holder, and Ari's only moderately pissed that George didn't thank him on TV. Yes, George gave him his due in the press room, but only the press are in the press room, and Ari wants the entire fucking free world, and all those fuckers in the sweatshops, to know who's George Clooney's number one boy.
"Drew, baby, you look fucking fabulous in that dress, and I don’t even care that your tits are down to your elbows. I say nature is the best support any woman could have."
Drew gives Ari the finger, and he flicks his tongue out at her. He'd hit that in a minute; sometimes it's good to be one of the most powerful men in town. Who the fuck is Ari kidding? It's always good to be one of the most powerful men in town. What's even better is when you're second only to your favorite client ever. Okay, so Ari tells everyone that they're his favorite client, but with George Clooney it's actually true, because how can you not love someone who makes you a millionaire at least three times a year?
"Reese, baby, I heard about the Chanel fiasco. Call my people and they'll cut off Karl's ponytail just for you and then you can do the Delilah number all over his coke-addled corpse, okay?"
Ari grabs a flute of champagne from the nearest cocksucker for hire and looks around the room. At this exact moment in time, his #1 client is so hot that George could leave a steaming pile of dog shit at the gates of the White House and people would applaud. This is the good life, and Ari's on a mission right now. Neither God, nor wife, nor Teri Hatcher's pneumatic frame is gonna keep him from it.
"Harvey, baby, looking good, gastric bypass is a miracle isn't it? And Eva? Still just as bitchy and horrible as ever, aren't you? You better suck Harvey's dick now, baby, because your 15 minutes are nearing the end. Even I know not to be mean to the help."
Speaking of being mean to the help, Ari tosses his flute of champagne in the nearest potted plant and pulls out his Crackberry. There are four messages from Lloyd, the best gay ass-monkey a man could have, and ten from the Sony bitches who tried to stall him on Vinnie's contracts last week. There's even an e-mail from Harry Potter's manager, and Ari's been trying to get in her stiff Brit panties for months.
Pretty soon Ari's going to rule the world with political flics and pubescent wizards. Plus, right now, Ari's secure in the knowledge that at this moment a congratulatory basket the size of Israel is winging its way up Doheny, through the hills, and to Georgie's house. Ari already had a consolation basket waiting in the wings, but now that that's not necessary, Lloyd can just cannibalise it for parts.
Ari's been sending Georgie a lot of baskets recently of the "I'm sorry your fuck buddy impregnated the family whore" variety.
With both Matt and Brad, and even out-of-favour Marky Mark, getting their beards knocked up, well, Ari's actually getting a lot of mileage out of the family whore basket. He's already got the patent paperwork together.
"Ari! Ari "I never fucking return anybody's phone calls" Gold! You motherfucker, you are the suckiest agent in town!" Ari glances up just in time to see Nick Nolte barrelling towards him, and he has to hide behind Camryn Manheim fast, because Nolte is almost as crazy as Gary Busey.
Camryn doesn’t seem very amused by Ari practically sniffing her ass, but Ari's only into the hot lesbians. "Sorry, Cam," he says with a smirk, backing away, "there used to be more of you to hide behind."
Camryn's face goes from annoyed to pissed off faster than Ari's Porsche can get up La Cienega, and he just misses getting knocked out.
"Ari, how many times have I told you about alienating the target audience?" George's tone is all amused tolerance, and Ari's too excited to even justify his actions.
One minutes he's running from a lesbian beatdown, and the next he's jumping into George Clooney's arms and hollering at the top of his lungs. "ALL YOU DOUBTING MOTHERFUCKERS WHO SAID WE'D BE LIVING OFF ER RESIDUALS UNTIL GEORGE CAME OUT OF THE CLOSET CAN KISS MY ASS!"
This is Ari's version of 'I'm very proud of you, well done' which is probably the only reason that George doesn't drop him on his head immediately -- he waits two whole seconds. And if Ari looks like he's been climbing all over his favorite client, well, that's just because he has.
"Ari, don't you think it might help if you didn't alienate the entire room before midnight? We still have to make it to the Oscars." George sounds like he's chiding Ari, but the smile is all indulgence.
"Fuck these lame ass motherfuckers, you have this shit locked up better than Mia Farrow's children after the Soon-Yi mess." Ari is all glee and nothing is going to mess with that. "First the Golden Globes, and then the Oscars, and then you'll be president, and you can make running off with the family homewrecker a felony punishable by no more adopting of foreign children."
George does his best not to snicker, but Ari knows he's a funny fucker. Plus, tonight is their night. They can do no wrong. "I'm so happy with you, I'm not even going to give you shit about not thanking me in front of your millions of viewers. Oh, wait, yes, I am."
"I thanked you backstage," George points out, eyes wide as though Ari's some starstruck woman or fudge packer between 8 and 98.
"I thank your mom backstage, too," Ari points out. "Normally, when she's sucking my dick."
George scowls, and Ari holds up his hands. "I'm excited, I went too far, I'm sorry. I'm going to sign Harry Potter in the morning and own the entire fucking world by noon, you'd be excited too."
George just shakes his head, waving at someone over Ari's shoulder. There are people attempting to muscle in on their conversation, but Ari's not having any of that. "Back the fuck up off me," he says to some blonde chick that looks like Hillary Duff's ugly twin. "You're not his type, and you're too flat for me."
George makes a choking noise, and Ari turns back immediately. "Ari, do you know who that was?"
"No, and I don't care either. Now, I want to talk about this Brokebitch sequel business. Are you serious about fucking Heath Ledger, because you know, if you wait a bit I can get you that Harry Potter kid? It'll be Jake's kid and Heath's kids getting together. The Godfather III does Brokebitch. You'll love it."
George just laughs. "Heath's kids were girls in the movies."
"Who cares?" Ari says, snagging two flutes of champagne and handing one to George. "One can be a trannie. Felicity already broke that one in."
George takes a sip of his champagne and raises an eyebrow, but if he hasn't automatically said no, then he's at least considering it. "No, Ari."
"Oh, well, fuck. Okay, you want Heath to suck you off, is that it? You know, if it'll get you another golden statue, I'll suck you off instead."
"Ari."
"Oh, you want to work with Jake again, is that it? You know he died in that last film, right? You might wanna just hire him to be your fluffer. You put it under catering or some shit." George is starting to look around, and Ari knows his time is running out. He's just excited, he's been with George since George was sleeping in Richard Kind's closet. Literally. "Okay, seriously, big man, congratulations, we can talk work tomorrow."
The smile George gives Ari is the reason that Ari is sending out so many 'Sorry about your fuck buddy baskets.' "Thanks for the offer, Ari."
"Hey, I can suck cock with the best of them," Ari says, clinking their glasses together.
George coughs, his unflappable façade actually cracking for a moment. "Ari, no."
Ari winks. "I'm just offering, Georgie."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Ari just snorts. "Please, you know I bring all the hos to the yard. But for you, as long as you keep bringing home the gold, I'm still your fag."
George's laugh catches the attention of everyone standing near then, but Ari's not deterred. "Hey when you've got Gold, what more could any man want?"
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Date: 2006-01-19 07:39 pm (UTC)"First the Golden Globes, and then the Oscars, and then you'll be president and you can make running off the family homewrecker a felon punishable by no more adopting of foreign children."
Oh that's a beautiful thing right there. ;)
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Date: 2006-01-20 06:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-01-19 07:55 pm (UTC)over-active gag reflex engage!
Drew really was a little out of control with that dress. That's when you know that somebody ain't got no one real in their life.
from the nearest cocksucker for hire
Listen, Ari, you know you the badest motherfucker out.
George could leave a steaming pile of dog shit at the gates of the White House and people would applaud
I know I would. But then again, I assume that one was sort of a dig at me, so I just laugh. YES I LOVE HIM.
CRACKBERRY! Is that one yours? *falls over laughing*
Ari's been sending Georgie a lot of baskets recently of the "I'm sorry your fuck buddy impregnated the family whore" variety.
You know, first HAHAHHA, but then, I wonder who's in the wings? Jake? He's not sorta blond, though, and that's George's type. This is something we should poll the people on: Who Would You Like To See In Crackfic AS George's New Tool to Bitchslap the White House (and is also fucking)?
Oh, Gary Busey and Nick Nolte jokes! It's a lovefest up in this bitch.
Ari winks. "I'm just offering, Georgie."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
HAHAHAHAHA!
I LOVE YOU, ARI!
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Date: 2006-01-20 06:26 pm (UTC)I am all for the free-hang, but not so much in public. If only because after a while you can see people getting hypnotised by looking at your chest. Sadly, I didn't coin Crackberry, at least I don't think I did. I did coin CrackPod though.
You know, first HAHAHHA, but then, I wonder who's in the wings? Jake? He's not sorta blond, though, and that's George's type. This is something we should poll the people on: Who Would You Like To See In Crackfic AS George's New Tool to Bitchslap the White House (and is also fucking)?
POLL!! This is totally an Ari story. You know it's the big thing in the Monday Morning meeting.
"Okay, bitches, listen up, we have to get G-Money a new fuck-buddy because all the beards in town are getting knocked up and fucking up the rotation"
I love Ari. I sat on the sofa with my friend, S, watching S2 and every twenty minutes I would be all, "I love Ari." And S was all, we know.
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Date: 2006-01-19 08:03 pm (UTC)You know what I love best? all the gossip links, yis.
<3
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Date: 2006-01-19 08:42 pm (UTC)Zahra ♥ ♥ ♥
Alright give me a second to quit laughing and bouncing in my seat like a spaz - I think I'm scaring my dog LOL - long enough to get my ass in the car and to the library and then hopefully a more useful comment. Ha, okay so more freakout is more likely :D :D :D :D :D
Eeeeeeeeeeeee!! *lunatics*
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Date: 2006-01-20 02:40 am (UTC)Know what else? I've never actually seen Ari. Not one episode of Entourage. Not even a clip. But with you it truly doesn't matter. You made me fall in love with Sark and now watching him is only a confirmation because I already knew how sexy, amusing, and badass he was before I saw one second of footage. You got the skills Zahra! You have such a strong grasp on the characters that when you write them everything worthwhile about them translates to the page - whole and complete. I can think of only maybe one other person who could write a character from a fandom I know nothing about and get me to fall in love with them enough to request fic about them.
*sigh* I'm very warm/giddy/happy right now. You made my day multiple times over.
Not that Ari knows what the fuck napalm smells like, but if it's anything like the Warner Brothers/ InStyle Party then it smells a lot like champagne, undercooked ahi tuna, and bulimic actresses. - Bulimic actresses . . . OMG AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I truly don't have any words for that.
If it were me, I'd shave my pubes and stick those on instead, it can't look worse! - God I hope there really is someone out there who would actually say these kind of things LOL. Even just one comment like these. The world would be a better place for it LOL
George just won himself a pretty, gold toilet paper holder - Nice. I had no idea that George won. Now I'm wishing I had actually watched the awards because this could only be funnier.
Ari wants the entire fucking free world, and all those fuckers in the sweatshops - the inclusion of the people in sweatshops LOL
"Drew, baby, you look fucking fabulous in that dress, and I don’t even care that your tits are down to your elbows. I say nature is the best support any woman could have." - *laughs for whole minutes* Wow that decision to leave the bra at home was unfortunate.
*relooks at the picture of Drew and cracks up yet again*
Drew gives Ari the finger, and he flicks his tongue out at her. He'd hit that in a minute - This Ari guy is fucking love. After I finish Alias I'm going to have to rent Entourage. Oh yes.
Call my people and they'll cut off Karl's ponytail just for you and then you can do the Delilah number all over his coke-addled corpse, okay? - Delilah number ♥ ♥. Oh poor Reese and her dress. *snort* You are tempting me to start reading these gossip things.
nearest cocksucker for hire - And the laughs don't stop.
At this exact moment in time, his #1 client is so hot that George could leave a steaming pile of dog shit at the gates of the White House and people would applaud. - Well somebody would clap LOL Probably you and Kassie.
Still just as bitchy and horrible as ever, aren't you? You better suck Harvey's dick now, baby, because your 15 minutes are nearing the end. Even I know not to be mean to the help. - Now seriously. Why isn't Ari real?
Crackberry - LOL!
There's even an e-mail from Harry Potter's manager, and Ari's been trying to get in her stiff Brit panties for months. - And heeere's Daniel :)!!
Ari's been sending Georgie a lot of baskets recently of the "I'm sorry your fuck buddy impregnated the family whore" variety. - Now would Ari actually write that on a card or does he have a bit more tact than that? LOL. Like I told Kassie, I'm not a huge George fan but y'all make me sort of care and feel bad about the thing with Bradley LOL.
A patent on the family whore basket OMG
"Ari! Ari "I never fucking return anybody's phone calls" Gold! You motherfucker, you are the suckiest agent in town!" Ari glances up just in time to see Nick Nolte barrelling towards him - LMAO - how many ways can I tell you that I'm laughing LOL - Nick Nolte!!
Camryn doesn’t seem very amused by Ari practically sniffing her ass, but Ari's only into the hot lesbians. - I'm sure she'd be delighted to hear that LOL
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Date: 2006-01-19 08:48 pm (UTC)Lloyd, the best gay ass-monkey a man could have,
Poor, poor Lloyd. It's a good thing Ari Gold is not a real person. This was hilarious and wonderful.
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Date: 2006-01-20 06:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-01-19 09:24 pm (UTC)*loves utterly everyhting about this fic*
Wait... George actually said that about BBM???
Even though its wildly inplausible, *is ded*.
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Date: 2006-01-19 11:03 pm (UTC)OH GOD. You know, Ari is an offensive fucker, but I just love his ass. I can't remember the last time a fic made me laugh this hard.
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Date: 2006-01-19 11:07 pm (UTC)I know I say this every time you post a story with Mr. Gold in it, but damn, I love your Ari.
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Date: 2006-01-19 11:11 pm (UTC)THIS WAS AWESOME. Will you please please write Brad-calls-George-to-say-congrats-and-Ari-eavesdrops fic?
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Date: 2006-01-19 11:12 pm (UTC)So I'll just settle for worshipping from afar.
And George - well, you just couldn't make it up could you
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Date: 2006-01-20 12:28 am (UTC)BRAVO. You are an inspiration to us all.
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Date: 2006-01-20 01:38 am (UTC)Fabulously funny as ever.
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Date: 2006-01-20 06:51 pm (UTC)My sentiments exactly!
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Date: 2006-01-20 11:33 am (UTC)I loved Gay Landmark, too :D and I am starting to love George Clooney and it is ENTIRELY your fault.
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Date: 2006-01-20 07:19 pm (UTC)So good. I don't know how you manage to channel Ari so well, but it's genius. You should write for the show. Then maybe Eric and Vince would finally admit they're totally gay for each other.
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Date: 2006-01-21 02:20 am (UTC)FFFfffnnarrrr. <-- the sound of me snorting Cherry Coke out my nose
Are you serious about fucking Heath Ledger, because you know, if you wait a bit I can get you that Harry Potter kid? It'll be Jake's kid and Heath's kids getting together. The Godfather III does Brokebitch.
*dies* I'm sure you heard about the announcement of the inevitable gay-porn takeoff, right? It is, of course, titled Bareback Mountain.
Okay, I have to stop quoting there, because otherwise I might as well copy-and-paste the entire thing into this comment box, and that's pretty redundant. But I will give you the following random Clooney quote, from Rolling Stone:
"[Suicide bombers] think they're doing the right thing, that they'll get seventy virgins. I don't want seventy virgins, I want eight pros."
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Date: 2006-01-23 06:27 pm (UTC)FFFfffnnarrrr. <-- the sound of me snorting Cherry Coke out my nose
Have you seen S1 of Entourage? There's an episode with Gary Busey this is fucking priceless, also, dude, I'm surprised Bareback Mountain took so long, really ;)
"[Suicide bombers] think they're doing the right thing, that they'll get seventy virgins. I don't want seventy virgins, I want eight pros."
Oh, George.
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Date: 2006-01-21 05:42 am (UTC)"No, and I don't care either. Now, I want to talk about this Brokebitch sequel business. Are you serious about fucking Heath Ledger, because you know, if you wait a bit I can get you that Harry Potter kid? It'll be Jake's kid and Heath's kids getting together. The Godfather III does Brokebitch. You'll love it."
*flail*
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