You know, they say that February is the month for love. Valentine’s Day, candy, flowers, all things designed to bring people together in the bonds of love, both emotional and physical. Well, it must be a ploy that works, because an awful lot parents got jiggy in February many years ago to make the people I know and love today. So, with the thought of your parents having sex fresh on your minds, I’d like to say Happy Birthday to all my buddies who have birthdays this month:

Many Happy Returns to Codey, Shannyn, Debra, and Teah. And thanks to your parents for letting their hormones getting the better of them all those years ago. And to those of you who I’m forgetting, I’m sorry; my parents didn’t just make a pretty baby but a forgetful one as well.

So, my sister and I rented Death to Smoochy the other night. I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard at a movie before. I’m a huge fan of both Edward Norton and Robin Williams, and neither of them let me down in this movie. For those who don’t know, Death to Smoochy is the story of a corrupt and defamed children’s TV star named Rainbow Randall (played by Robin Williams) scheming to get revenge on Smoochy (played by Edward Norton), the giant purple rhino who took over his time slot after he was fired. Twisting sub-plots, Irish mobsters, dark humor, and kiddie show groupies combine beautifully to create this sick and wonderfully original movie. I suggest that if you haven’t seen Death to Smoochy, go out tonight and rent it. Oh! And if you go to Blockbuster, they have this gumball machine promotion where if you get a blue gumball you get a free rental.

Okay, that was a silly thing to add, but my sister and I have already gotten three free rentals from this thing, and if you don’t like gumballs . . . well, then you’re just a communist.

Holls

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