Bus dreams about driving into the ocean. Glass-bottomed boat taken to a new level.
Sam Jackson to star in: SNAKES ON A PLANE. No, really. It’s about snakes planted by the mob to kill an FBI agent on an aircraft.
“In the middle of the ocean, this crate time-releases and there’s 500 poisonous snakes in there and they scatter out all over the plane,” he added. “So it’s us battling snakes to LA. I get to spend six and a half weeks going to set every day going ‘Ah! Ah! Ow! Ow!’ I don’t have to go in every day and figure out the dramatic purpose of this particular scene.” – via
It’s like a SNL skit.
Moment of Lyric: (Mp3 – Thanks again, firpo!)
Now I’m a fella with a heart of gold
With the ways of a gentleman, I’ve been told
The kind of a fella that wouldn’t even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
That guy that invented the cigarette
I’d murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree.
Now, it ain’t ’cause I don’t smoke myself
An’ I don’t reckon that they hinder your health
I’ve smoked ’em all my life and I ain’t dead yet!
But nicotine slaves are all the same
At a pettin’ party or a poker game
Ev’rything’s gotta stop while they smoke the cigarette.
Smoke!, Smoke!, Smoke! that cigarette
Puff!, Puff!, Puff! it if you smoke yourself to death
Tell Saint Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hates to make him wait
You’ve just gotta have another cigarette.
In a game of chance the other night
Old Dame Fortune was a-doin’ me right
Man, the kings and queens just kept on comin’ around
Then I got a full and I bet it high
But my bluff didn’t work on a certain guy
He just keep on raisin’ and layin’ the money down.
Now, he’d raise me – I’d raise him
I sweated blood – you gotta sink or swim
He finally called – didn’t raise the bet
I said, “Aces full, Pal, how ’bout you?”
He said, “Well, I’ll tell you in just a minute or two
But right now, I just gotta have a cigarette.”
Now, the other night I had me a date
With the cutest little gal in the forty-eight states
A high bred, uptown, fancy little dame
She said she loved me and it seemed to me
That ev’rything was ’bout like it oughta be
So hand in hand, we strolled down lover’s lane.
She was, oh, so far from a chunk of ice
And our smoochin’ party was goin’ real nice
So help me, Hannah, I think I’d-a been there yet
Well, I give her a kiss and a little squeeze
She said, “Tex, excuse me – please, but
I just gotta have another cigarette.”
No Smoking, Newt!
1 year ago – Broward PSA, hurricane doodles, freeware
2 years ago – Harvest moon, auto-cashiers, acim two-level split, lynching, cluster move, gender genie, newt-bounce
3 years ago – Sleestaks and Oatmeal, Sculpey and Fimo, Bewitched, cave photo, bad prefixes, dog snoods
4 years ago – lj drama regarding cheaters,lovely long chat where blackie burped, the scents of rose, lavender, gardenia, violette, and muguet (burts bees), Skeletor, Back in 1997, there was an exorcism performed on Mother Teresa, saints.
5 years ago – poopy day, Suzy, Walt Whitman, American Cannibals, Mush, interests, overheard, jail visits,