Yes, I Hate You Too

Yeah, I'd really rather get a job at a county club, (rather than a hospital), even if they do play golf there.

And, you know, Jack Nicholson is always depressed, or whatever the fuck it is that he is, so putting him in the hospital is a bit like saying, Let's see how depressed and messed-up we can get you. Streched out of shape-- streched until it breaks. I mean, Jack Nicholson is in comedies, I suppose, but he's not really of the sort of comedy which is completely /*free* of drama/-- and drama is, you know, it always has to be aliens and the military and stuff: always streching life away from what it is-- and there's something of that that I can see in him....

(And *not* every movie has to be a big budget thing-- I once saw a Spanish-language movie, the name of which I cannot recall, which was made with, like $7,000....)

But, I don't know.

*insert Morgan Freeman monologue here*

And at least they can play cards....

Bridge or blackjack?

(Trick question-- with two people, probably not bridge.)

*insert another Morgan Freeman monologue, because I regret having to talk about that Nicholson fellow that I don't like....*

But, you know, I don't think that I'd like to spend my last moments on earth with Jack Nicholson--and not my wife!-- unless, I don't know. There would have to be some story behind that, lol.

And, yeah, I sorta know the story, although the ending wasn't quite right.

Although, sure, if Jack wanted to do all of that stuff by himself, I think that that would be great....

After all, it is true that old people can not live forever, ha.

(7/10)