or An Antidote to Hillsong
The 'Lord, what do women want' coordinated blogging from Wednesday was a really good idea. darcy's made me want to run up the barricade with a big red flag, the smoke shattering behind me as the flag billows and blooms. At the summit I raise a fist and holler 'Come on! Give it to them!' before being cut down in a particularly romantic fashion by hissing musket balls.
[Oh, yeah. I would have better hair in the movie.. screw it, I'd be played by the Gael bloke they keep going on about - the one from The Motorcycle Diaries.]
Okay, forbattle women.
No more than four lines per thing.
Wait for it.