just don't whisper "heath" in his ear, there's no telling what will happen.
They already broke up, didn't you hear?
robbo
will you get me him for xmas
that's a moo point. you know like a cow's opinion? moo.
You wouldn't like Jake, anyway. He pronounces his name Jill 'n Haul!
please! like i know the first name's of the guys i'm bedding let alone their LAST name's...
Robbo don't got time for no names?
Quick, RobbO! What's my name?
Has that question replaced "Who's your daddy?"
i just call him, "vanity smurf"
You remembered my name last week as you were spanking me.
as much as you're called it, "bitch" is still not your given christian name.

looks like poopy and his white sharpie are still on the loose....
Oh what I wouldn't do to Jake.
as rapt attention is suddenly focused on this thread to hear what BS would do to JG....

jake snuggles the puggles!

i love pictures of jake with his beard.
oh, and look, he's sporting facial hair.
Joined: 12/31/69
Just back from "Jarhead."
I understand the the cap Jake wore in the film is about to go on sale on E-bay.
My Santa cap works fine.
comments? questions? critiques?
Broadway Legend Joined: 4/5/04
Call me crazy, but I enjoyed "Jarhead." I found it a thoughtful, well-acted, beautifully shot rumination on the psychology of war from the persepctive of the grunt. Not sure why others were bored or disliked it so much -- did people go in expecting it to be a big shoot-em-up war movie or something? I found it compelling and it held my attention throughout. Saargard was fantastic. All in all, a well-done film.
I agree with you, Margo, though I'm biased. Thanks for your mini-review.

jake picks a winner!
I'm going as far as I can go, away from here,
Away from you, Jake, and the hole you've sunk me into.
I wish that I could belong here, with you, and just be,
But that's not all that I'm about.
Your life is built on accidents, like meeting me.
You write everything down in your grocery list - people do this.
Even insects buzz like airplanes, why can't we fly away?
I'm going as far as I can go.
Your dad died, cause his heart hurt, arking away his forty-five years,
Dragging your mom along.
I don't want that, neither do you. Neither do you.
If I am not fun, and I am not interesting,
Perhaps I am not interested in you, neither are you.
You can't stand in front of an oven, cause it's warm,
And the fumes are dangerous.
I'm going as far as I can go.
Away from here, away from you, Jake,
And the hole you've sunk me into.
I wish that I could belong here, with you, and just be.
But that's not all that I'm about to do.
what the freak?!? is it e.e. cummings week on broadwayworld.com, or what?
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