"Clarice...tell me about your breakfast..."
"Corn flakes doctor, now can we talk about the last killing in..."
"And they were screaming weren't they? you poured more and more milk to drown their tiny voices and the milk washed over the sides of the bowl onto the floor but you couldn't stop them from screaming..."
"No. Not really."
that's what we need, more Silence of the Lambs parodies, 10 years after they were funny. that's my job! speaking of jobs, just talked to my sister on the phone back in Toledo. i guess she was driving by the old videostore where i used to work and it was boarded up with "eat shit" graffiti on the walls and she was depressed about it. she said she remembered running around the shelves with all the worst movies at her eye level and she was telling me all the boxes she remembered. The artwork for "Critters" seemed to have had the biggerst impact. i got two words for her: "apple didn't fall far from the tree!" okay, that's more than two words but it looks like she inherited her brothers tendancy to think about things like that way too much.
p.s. okay, because you wanted him, he's back! sort of. only now...he's on a mission and he won't stop searching until he finds the car that ran him over...
not really. he's still just laying there with a tire track on his fuzzy head. It's Frankenbunny!