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Me.

Sidney Poitier and then KARL ROVE!!!!!

I feel honored that we have something in common. Karl Rove was my number 3 comparison and I matched closest to Sidney Poitier.

Er.......um........time for a bunny hug?


But.....KARL ROVE??????


The shame.

Martin Scorsese I'll take, but Hugh Hefner???

I'd take the heinous and Machiavellian Karl Rove over Hugh Hefner any day! You have my condolences Ceili!

The Proust Questionnaire is a gateway drug. By the end of next week, you'll be drinking LSD punch, snorting coke, shooting up with heroin and smoking opium. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Hefner?

I feel your pain.

Walter Cronkite and George Carlin?

Brian Wilson and Jane Fonda.

god.

Well at least on the surface, the two seem consistent when paired together, non?

I don't know. Don't know much about Brian Wilson.

Isn't he the hippy singer from the famous Beach Boys?

well, yeah, but I don't know anything about him.

Oh boy:

88.19 Oscar de la Renta

84.21 Hugh Hefner

Look on the bright side. At least it wasn't Celine Dion

Now that's an ODD couple! Make an incredibly funny but short run sitcom if they were paired as roommates in a small NYC loft apartment.

Did you get Celine Dion?! Sorry... if so you got my deepest condolences!

Clearly, this test should come with a warning label!!!

Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a Tuesday night,
just to check out the late-night record shop.
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane,
but when I'm surrounded I just can't stop.

It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning,
it's a matter of fact.
You can call me Pavlov's dog.
Ring a bell and I'll salivate. How'd you like that?
Dr. Landy tell me you're not just a pedagogue,
cause right now I'm

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Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did
Well I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did.

So I'm lying here, just staring at the ceiling tiles.
and I'm thinking about what to think about.
Just listening and relistening to Smiley Smile,
and I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought
because I am

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And if you want to find me I'll be out in the sandbox,
wondering where the hell all the love has gone.
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun,
and singing "Fun, Fun, Fun."

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I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
and though I was very heavy,
I floated 'til I couldn't see the ground
I floated 'til I could not see the ground
Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground
Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground
Somebody help me because I'm

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Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a Tuesday night.
Just to check out the late-night record shop.
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane;
but when I'm surrounded I just can't stop.

If it was Celine Dion I would have slit my throat right then and there.