...your train of thought while asking your professor about a recommendation letter for a government internship includes the phrase "pimp me to the feds."
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want—good or bad—BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you're finished, post this on your LJ if you are as dreadfully bored as I am. Or not.
It's not a movie. It's a crackfic. A film noir/buddy flick parody with a detective character named Gay Perry. Gay Perry.
"This isn't good cop, bad cop. This is fag and New Yorker."
And really, how can you go wrong with a movie that gives a cameo to Abe Lincoln?
As nice as it would be to put up a 'Back from the dead!' post, this is not it. This is a 'Currently at the stage of mostly-dead where I'm capable of planning an assault on the castle but not yet able to hold up my own head' post. Give me another couple weeks and I'll be bluffing my way out of duels before collapsing on the floor.
*winces* I know I owe people things, extraordinarily overdue icons and the like, but I honestly have no idea what was supposed to go to whom. Anyone out there have me on their List of Grudges for not keeping promises?