The last few days I've been searching for a name of a guy in a movie. I couldn't think of which movie so I couldn't look it up, and even if I could look it up, I wanted to figure it out on my own with the shadows of information I had in my head.
I was just walking back to work through Central Square, which for some reason smells like liverwurst right now, and it came to me: ALBERT FINNEY. Ahhhhhhh...
This just shows me that lamb shanks and rice and beans and wonderful ladies who lunch do a lot to stimulate my mental goings-on.
ALBERT fucking FINNEY. Boo-ya.
EDITED TO ADD: The movie I was thinking of was Big Fish, btw.
1 comment:
Oh hell, I could've told you that. But I'm glad you had your epiphany.
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