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Well, since I'm almost off to bed (either that, or to work on "Think of the Children!!") I decided I'm going to give you a little...snippet...thing. It's the infamous "Chicken or fish" moment turned Shakespeare...

Jessica: Nick, O Nick, where art thou Nick?
Nick: I am here, Jessica. What dost thou need?
Jessica: Nick, tell me, is this chicken I am eating, or is it fish? Pray tell!
Nick:...It's...fish......

Would anyone like to turn idiotic clebrity quotes Shakespearean?

You know as much as I despise the idea of anyone telling someone that they shouldn't be allowed to breed, I might have to make an exception with those two.

To buy Prada, or to buy Fendi: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to be trendy
The handbags and shoes of outrageous fortune,
Or to take my Discover card to Macy's,
And by paying cash? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart shaped diamonds and the thousand natural rocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consumer nation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this department store elevator,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The designer is right, the proud man is not looking good in that suit,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my trends remember'd.

That's hot.

To buy Prada, or to buy Fendi: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to be trendy
The handbags and shoes of outrageous fortune,
Or to take my Discover card to Macy's,
And by paying cash? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart shaped diamonds and the thousand natural rocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consumer nation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this department store elevator,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The designer is right, the proud man is not looking good in that suit,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my trends remember'd.

That's hot.

It's 11 PM, I have ADD, the pil wore off 4 hours ago, and I'm tired. Did you really expect me to read all that? :p

Should I ask who "Jessica and Nick" are?

Should I ask who "Jessica and Nick" are?

Jessica Simpson, and Nick Lachey....

I see you haven't heard about the "chicken or fish" moment.

Jessica Simpson, and Nick Lachey....

I see you haven't heard about the "chicken or fish" moment.

I haven't the slightest idea who those people are.

I stopped watching TV about 6 years ago (when I joined the Army) and stopped listening to the radio when I got teh Intarwebz at my house so I avoid all of the celebrity gossip. YouTube and DVDs fulfill my video entertainment needs.

To buy Prada, or to buy Fendi: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to be trendy
The handbags and shoes of outrageous fortune,
Or to take my Discover card to Macy's,
And by paying cash? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart shaped diamonds and the thousand natural rocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consumer nation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this department store elevator,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The designer is right, the proud man is not looking good in that suit,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my trends remember'd.

That's hot.

Not so much hot as genius. . .

Alas, Poor K-Fed...I knew him, Whore-atio....

Jessica Simpson was cool for one thing.

Linky. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5R1gRlh5iG0)

Alas, Poor K-Fed...I knew him, Whore-atio....

Argghh.... shame I don't know more Shakespeare :(

Argghh.... shame I don't know more Shakespeare :(

K-Fed is dead...that's all you really need to know. ;)


EDIT: sorry, I guess I didn't stick to the format of 'celebrity quotes' or Nick & Jessica. My humble apologies.

K-Fed is dead...that's all you really need to know. ;)

I knew the Horatio part, and pieces of Romeo and Juliet, but nothing else.

And K-Fed can go solicit a hooker.





Actually, he's already proven he can...... :eek: