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were at home in bed or even better laying in a hot bath with a bottle of lemon lime gatorade some ibuprophen and some wheat toast with a little honey on it only to look up and realize they still have 5 hours of work left as their stomach turns and they puke a little in their mouth and realize they forgot their *****ing wallet and dont have cash to put a little something in their belly your head is pounding and you just stop and ask yourself.....Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people that I never met and that I never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a ****. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ***. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his *** got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and ****in' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the ****in' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the schrapnel in his *** is givin' him chronic hemorroids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure, **** it, while I'm at it, why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

 

 

 

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were at home in bed or even better laying in a hot bath with a bottle of lemon lime gatorade some ibuprophen and some wheat toast with a little honey on it only to look up and realize they still have 5 hours of work left as their stomach turns and they puke a little in their mouth and realize they forgot their *****ing wallet and dont have cash to put a little something in their belly your head is pounding and you just stop and ask yourself.....Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one' date=' but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people that I never met and that I never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a ****. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ***. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his *** got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and ****in' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the ****in' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the schrapnel in his *** is givin' him chronic hemorroids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure, **** it, while I'm at it, why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.[/quote']

 

Let me tell you sometin? ?YA SUSPECT!

 

 

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The scene with Robin Williams and Matt Damon discussing not going to the World Series, I've been told was largely improv. That to me is amazing, as it ranks quite highly in my mind as one of the greatest stand alone scenes in movie history. I know a lot of people have a jaded perspective of both Matt and Ben, but that film is one of the finest pieces of writing I've ever seen produced. They both have earned their place in Hollywood as far as I'm concerned.

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The scene with Robin Williams and Matt Damon discussing not going to the World Series' date=' I've been told was largely improv. That to me is amazing, as it ranks quite highly in my mind as one of the greatest stand alone scenes in movie history. I know a lot of people have a jaded perspective of both Matt and Ben, but that film is one of the finest pieces of writing I've ever seen produced. They both have earned their place in Hollywood as far as I'm concerned.[/quote']

 

 

 

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