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That was my JAM. Sing that hook, BOI!
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OMG. DUrab AND DUrabER. RELEVANT SCENE IS RELEVANT. After spending the entire 100+ days on the Island, then another 2 years shacked up like Mike and Carol Brady, and then a few weeks there in the end, basically on that 'SILENTLY MOONING FOR EACH OTHER' tip, they're both still wishin' on a star, "So you're telling me there's a chance!" I CAN'T! :lol:
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Yeah, Jack basically sent Kate down the road, right in Sawyer's direction, LIKE ALWAYS. And Kate, the serial hero-worshipper, ready to stay right where she is, as long as she's by Jack's side.
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YESSSSSSSSSSSSS. I DO KNOW IT. I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE. Honestly babe, I don't wanna see Foxy's arse even go to the grocery store! I want him on the set, working on the movie, gettin' that paper, and then head his behind STRAIGHT to the hotel, the trailer, or wherever. I BET NOT TO SEE HIM ON THE STREETS, and if I do, he better with the wife and kiRAB, on their way to cheese-ball smile it up in Disneyland. I am not havin' it.
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Turnin' the scrutiny of his failed marriage and drunken deliverance into a showcase for his brand-new Christian rag. TOO MUCH. Once a Jater, always a Jater. :lmao: