Yes, I invaded the Farlow residence this past weekend. I proceeded to take over their basement and stake my claim on the bed found there. Next I finished off all of their Red Vines licorice. I then drug Den Farlow out to watch The Dark Knight while the Misses was stranded at home. Upon arrival to the homestead once again, I underwent cross-examination by Dr. Farlow and wife while eating their Chinese food. After fighting back with questions of my own, I commandeered their newly purchased Wii system. I must have been very good at it. Den Farlow fell asleep watching me ski down the black diamonds on the Wii Fit board. I only consented to let another have a go at the board because she was 27 years younger than I. 
Thank you Farlow residence for allowing me to disrupt your way of life for a weekend. It was good times! Now it's your turn to commandeer my X-box and eat our food in Tulsa OK in the near future. 
For those whom have not seen the movie yet. The acting is superb. The story line is superb. The good is apparent and the evil is palpable. However, Drink responsibly, and think responsibly. Don't be like those irresponsible parents who think this is "just another Batman movie". The Joker is the ideal satanic terrorist, and it is well portrayed by his actions and verbiage. So, don't be like the 5 parents I saw in the theater (there was only 20 people in the theater on mid Saturday afternoon) and bring your 8-12 year old kids with you. Consider it rated R in order to give yourself the appropriate state of mind.
In what seems to have been an attempt at reaching the seemingly unobtainable sleep which he so craved, his life was ended prematurely. Some may say "ah, it was the pills themselves that killed him." Or "he was just another stupid Hollywood actor mindlessly taking overzealous amounts of illegal substances". I think it was not the gun that killed him so to speak, but the person holding the gun. In essence, I feel the evil influence that the villainous role had on him was so strong that coping with the symptoms became unbearable. Unbearable to the extent that even the strongest dose of prescription medications wasn't enough to rid him of the internal torment and thus pushing him to take more in order to obtain relief.
Yeah, just kick the drivers truck where it hurts the most. That is, between the back tires! Do people only dangle these in Oklahoma?
I was walking through the hospital one day, and decided to stop in the small chapel on the first floor, tucked away in it's own little nitch with "Quiet room" above the door. I walked into the Non Denominational Chapel with a quiet reverence. It was very quiet and peaceful. After resting for a short while, I decided to take a look around at what they had to offer for their literature. There were plexiglass shelves with small books in them. Next to the shelves was this placard which I found quite amusing. Not only did they misspell "Mormon", but I found it interesting how you had to "ask the Pastoral Service" for one of the aforementioned books, as if they were a controlled substance or were afraid you would steal one. Heavens to Betsy! We can't give away enough of them, share the love Pastoral Service!
I was in the house up in Iowa, up on the second floor when this big guy wanted to suck a pint out of me. He was big so he flew slow. I clapped him out of the air. As they say, "the bigger they are, the harder they fall". Take that ya darn skeeter!
