Scene: Saturday morning in bed after a night of blissful uninterrupted sleep.
H: What’s that smile for?
Me: What smile?
H: The one on your face right now. I can’t read it.
Me: Oh, I’m relaxed and well-rested.
H: That explains it. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that.
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Scene: A darkened theater, the trailer for Oliver Stone’s W has just finished playing on the silver screen.
From the audience: He couldn’t f*cking do anything right! Why the f*ck did they make a movie about him.
An awkward silence follows until someone begins to snort with laughter.
