They say that, when the economy tanks and you can't see any way through your pile of bills and are wondering who you'll look wearing one of those barrels with shoulder straps, women buy lipstick and everyone goes to upbeat, escapist movies to take their minds off their troubles. But I'm here to tell you that any lipstick worth having is nigh 'bout $20 or more and you'll just end up regretting it, and Hollywood has not caught up with the times yet. Plus, it's Oscar season, so once you've seen Slumdog Millionaire your choices are sexy Nazis seducing children, attractive suburbanites mourning the death of their dreams, and nuns and priests talking about child abuse. (That said, I hear Gran Torino is a good diversion with a message, and if you don't hate Brad Pitt as much as I do you could probably sit through that Owen Meany movie where he ages like he's from Ork .) And while I'm as big a Kevin James fan as the next person, you can't ask him
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I don't really get the pop machine thing. What is that robber supposed to think when the pop machine starts crossing the street? That you have something to hide, obviously.
Does anyone remember the old pig alarm clock from Japan that would say "Wake up! Don't sweep your wife away!"?
...not
...make
...untasteful
...joke
...about coins.
Seriously, these are the descendants of Nobunaga? They should grow a spine, or look less conspicious while cowering.