Doyle: Was you in the nut house for hackin' somebody up with a hatchet?
Karl: I never used no hatchet that I remember. Mmm.
Doyle: So you're just crazy in a retard kind of way, huh? Wouldn't matter to me if you did do violence on someone. I ain't scared of shit. You're just a humped-over retard, seems to me. I'm just kiddin'. Welcome to our humble home, Buddy.
Morris: Dots look good on paper. You don't sing them anyway, you're just showing your true Aries color now.
Doyle: Stay out of my goddamn face, you fucking buzzard!
It is funny to me that BBT made Doyle an Aries. With BBT being a Leo, I guess he wanted to keep it all in the fire sign family, LOL. (I can say that without malice as a Sag and, for the record, a very proud fire sign. And a woman who can't leave Aries men alone for the life of me.) My friend Krista popped the "wouldn't matter to me if you did do violence on someone" quotation back in mind the other day and I have been laughing heartily. I was also laughing because I made a Doyle Hargraves-esque assessment of a guy I used to know. I said he used to be a dead ringer for Clive Owen but now he just looks like a fat hick who's almost bald with a bowling ball head. All I was missing was the Doyle flair: He used to look hot like Clive Owen but now he's just a fat-ass with a bowling ball for a head, seems like to me.
I was laughing too at the extras part on the DVD for, well, Extras where Stephen Merchant and Ricky Gervais discuss what is the proper term for a hobo. Ricky asks if it's "tramp" and Stephen says "bum" which makes Ricky laugh loudly. I saw a rather colorful miscreant yesterday when I went downtown to buy a Christmas gift for a friend. Downtown Tulsa has gotten so crazy. It's a sad state of affairs when you feel safer walking the streets of LA and NYC at night but you don't feel safe in Tulsa in broad daylight. Anyway, this guy was wearing a Carhartt jacket with the hood pulled up and a ski mask over his face. Niiiice. Looked like he was primed and ready to commit a crime. I stayed on guard but kept making myself giggle thinking about James May and the damn speech about "catching the crims and apprehending the miscreants" that he gave on the Top Gear challenge of building a police car. I don't know why but that shit is still MF-ing hee-larious to me. Catching crims and apprehending miscreants. I love it. So yeah, I couldn't wait to get my shopping done, get back to the car and get the fuuuuck out of Dodge.
He wudn't nothin' but a ski mask wearin' miscreant, seems like to me.
Hee hee. I'm getting slap happy. I'm over here ogling and oogling my Cool Wall and getting slap happy. Good times.
