by Cookie N Screen
There is a special rung in hell for people who, in the depths of the shadows as the film flickers on, turn in loud whisper (speaking, full blown speaking,) and says “ooooo, that person is from (insert obscure comedy show that aired in 1997 and was swiftly cancelled).” Either that or they whip out their phones (straight after screening, of course. During is the rung way down below,) tormented with the recognition but not the answer, bombard IMDB and scream “oooooooooohhhhhhh” when they realise who it is. I fall into both, I am on this rung and as I pulled out my internet after the latest screening of Pride, I promptly put it down and said “no. fucking. way.”
There is a special rung in hell for people who, in the depths of the shadows as the film flickers on, turn in loud whisper (speaking, full blown speaking,) and says “ooooo, that person is from (insert obscure comedy show that aired in 1997 and was swiftly cancelled).” Either that or they whip out their phones (straight after screening, of course. During is the rung way down below,) tormented with the recognition but not the answer, bombard IMDB and scream “oooooooooohhhhhhh” when they realise who it is. I fall into both, I am on this rung and as I pulled out my internet after the latest screening of Pride, I promptly put it down and said “no. fucking. way.”
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