Today is Twelfth Night
And the glorious return of the Taupe Couch (On which
ghost_light and
lonelydumptruck watch Anthony Bourdain go to France and stay in the same hotel - the same room even!- in which Oscar Wilde died.)
Anthony Bourdain: *yammering about the ghost of Oscar Wilde*
lonelydumptruck : What is so scary about Oscar Wilde's ghost. What is he going to do, smoke all your cigarettes?
and, as an added bonus - a mirco-review of Evil Dead:
ghost_light: DIE, BITCH!
lonelydumptruck : And Bitch did not die.
Anthony Bourdain: *yammering about the ghost of Oscar Wilde*
and, as an added bonus - a mirco-review of Evil Dead: