Light and hearty observations from a fat and ugly guy. Home of hackneyed drivel and ersatz-existentialist effluence. Choleric biliousness a specialty, since 1958.

Happy birthday, Sean Connery

He's 77 today. Happy birthday, you dour old Scot, you. Women still get all moist where it counts when they think of Sir Sean, and with good reason. Even in death, he'll still be 95% better looking than every other guy who's still alive.

Way back when, as Bond, he'd order his vodka martinis "shaken, not stirred"; today when he makes that remark it's probably in reference to his colostomy bag.

He's famous for hating air conditioning. One can only assume that's because if he gets in a cold room it feels to him like he's dying, with his extremities going numb and all. 'Cause he's that bloody old.

I kid because I love.

posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 9:01 PM