That's right, Patrick, I'm talking about you. Broken Flowers was a boring yawner, a terrible horrible no good very bad movie. I hope this sets the record straight.
As I was leaving DR tonight, I got the most random call; I didn't get to it, I didn't recognize the number, and there was no message. But it had a Columbia area code and, well, you never know...so I called back. And it turned out to be Bridgette's phone. Bizarre. I mean, she's cool and all, but what a wierd way to get her number. Somehow she had mine in her phone and accidentally called? It's not like it was a Saturday night and she was out drunk. Alas, I may never know the full story. At least she and Bobby are settled in. Three cheers for the randomness that is life.
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