Whenever I play The Game of Life, which is every saturday night, god willing, I give the little blue peg that represents my husband, (because The Game of Life is so CURRENT), a name. And which name do I choose? Sam Elliott. He is my Game of Life spouse forever, no retractions. I have total dibs, LADIES.
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Katharine Ross would so never let that fly. She holds the worldwide copyright on the Game of Life Sam Elliot blue peg, and all subsidiary rights.
I WILL EAT HER HEART.
WHY IS BLOGGER SO #(*&$)(#*$ SLOW THIS MORNING?!
Phew. I feel better.
Sam Elliot! I always found him so intriguing in that movie he was in with Whoopi. You know, some cheesy eighties thing.
And yes, Whoopi and I are on a first name basis.
Fatal Beauty! That movie is fucked! Sam and Whoopi are going to sleep together, totally about to sleep together, and then... you have no idea if they slept together or not. And YOU NEED TO KNOW.
I think they must have cut the sex scene in the editing room and hoped they wouldn't need it, possibly because Whoopi made too many wisecracks and hooting noises for things to feel appropriately sensual.
Sam Elliot reminds me, for some reason, of one of my mother's ex-boyfriend. OOh. And my mother. And my grandfather, all sort of rolled into one. Does that make sense? I'll stop typing now.
Now I'm picturing a creature with a woman's head, a grey moustache, and a multitude of arms. Alright? So that's disturbing.
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