BOOM.
What do you think?
The Friends™ gods demanded it and I obeyed.
I have to say I’m pretty happy with it, although it needs a little bit of work to finish the crocodiles head. For those who aren’t keyed up on niche Disney™ references it’s from their adaptation of Alice of Wonderland™.
The Friends™ gods demanded it and I obeyed.
I have to say I’m pretty happy with it, although it needs a little bit of work to finish the crocodiles head. For those who aren’t keyed up on niche Disney™ references it’s from their adaptation of Alice of Wonderland™.
Special thanks to Chris Done Tattoos who I think you’ll agree did an excellent job of recreating the scene on my pallid, flabby skin.
I went with Cannibal Boss to get it done, bravely going first and risking her pulling a Phoebe. But she went through with it too after I showed no pain. BUT MY GOD DID IT HURT. TWO FREAKING HOURS!!
Despite the pain of being continually stabbed, for the length of your average movie, it was quite relaxing. It was nice being able to lie on a sofa for a bit without having my partners legs on me.
My main problem was around the etiquette of whether it's OK to fart through-out the procedure. I mean, at any point during the procedure, not constantly through-out it. I’m not a monster. Cannibal Boss was impressed I put up with the pain but mostly I’m impressed I managed to only fart twice in two hours.
We were paying by the hour so I wanted as few breaks as possible…
“The One Where I’m House Hunting”
Branding myself for life due to a 90s sitcom doesn’t seem a huge deal, in the grand scheme of things, as we’ve taken the plunge and started house hunting.
This has only been made possible by a combo of the weak pound increasing my inheritance from Grandpa and stagnating property prices. Thank you, Brexit! Paradoxically, whilst poorer leave voting rural areas suffer from losing their farming subsidies, better off - urbanite - remainers benefit.
It’s a topsy turvy world. Lewis Carroll would approve.
I hope I don’t sound smug. I only have sympathy for people, less well off than myself, who will suffer the most because we were lied to. Still no sign of that 350million for the NHS?
Perhaps my privilege is shown most by me having to look up Neil Sedaka, and Jack and Chrissy but knowing who Bishop Tutu is? Quite an unusual selection of cultural references to have in one episode! The internet™ informs me that Jack and Chrissy are from an early 80s farcical American sitcom. It’s a neat way of lamp-shading the classic feel of farce about T.O.W.T.P.
Having the Friends™ host two parties to keep Rachel’s parents apart is a great idea and a fun way to show the fallout from a parents’ divorce later in life. It also gives us our first appearance of Rachel’s dad (and a few great Gunther moments to boot). The, slightly terrifying, Ron Leibman is impressive as Dr. Leonard Green, somehow managing to make even such an unlikeable character comical.
This all culminates in Joey kissing Rachels mother (it’s like him and Ross are having some sort of competition – though, surprisingly, there was more passion between Ross and Chandlers mother).
I went with Cannibal Boss to get it done, bravely going first and risking her pulling a Phoebe. But she went through with it too after I showed no pain. BUT MY GOD DID IT HURT. TWO FREAKING HOURS!!
Despite the pain of being continually stabbed, for the length of your average movie, it was quite relaxing. It was nice being able to lie on a sofa for a bit without having my partners legs on me.
My main problem was around the etiquette of whether it's OK to fart through-out the procedure. I mean, at any point during the procedure, not constantly through-out it. I’m not a monster. Cannibal Boss was impressed I put up with the pain but mostly I’m impressed I managed to only fart twice in two hours.
We were paying by the hour so I wanted as few breaks as possible…
“The One Where I’m House Hunting”
Branding myself for life due to a 90s sitcom doesn’t seem a huge deal, in the grand scheme of things, as we’ve taken the plunge and started house hunting.
This has only been made possible by a combo of the weak pound increasing my inheritance from Grandpa and stagnating property prices. Thank you, Brexit! Paradoxically, whilst poorer leave voting rural areas suffer from losing their farming subsidies, better off - urbanite - remainers benefit.
It’s a topsy turvy world. Lewis Carroll would approve.
I hope I don’t sound smug. I only have sympathy for people, less well off than myself, who will suffer the most because we were lied to. Still no sign of that 350million for the NHS?
Perhaps my privilege is shown most by me having to look up Neil Sedaka, and Jack and Chrissy but knowing who Bishop Tutu is? Quite an unusual selection of cultural references to have in one episode! The internet™ informs me that Jack and Chrissy are from an early 80s farcical American sitcom. It’s a neat way of lamp-shading the classic feel of farce about T.O.W.T.P.
Having the Friends™ host two parties to keep Rachel’s parents apart is a great idea and a fun way to show the fallout from a parents’ divorce later in life. It also gives us our first appearance of Rachel’s dad (and a few great Gunther moments to boot). The, slightly terrifying, Ron Leibman is impressive as Dr. Leonard Green, somehow managing to make even such an unlikeable character comical.
This all culminates in Joey kissing Rachels mother (it’s like him and Ross are having some sort of competition – though, surprisingly, there was more passion between Ross and Chandlers mother).
I find it weird how awkward Joey is with people he’s slept with. Going so far as to ban them from the party guest-list. We never had problems remaining civil over such things in my early twenties. Maybe he’s just an asshole about it?
If you ask me Rachel’s mum dodged a bullet there...
What I find really strange though is that T.O.W.T.P. moves forward with the divorce story in the same week I’ve discovered one of my Real Live Friends is a divorcee. And they didn’t even see fit to mention it until 6 months after the fact!
It’s probably the most dramatic story I’ve heard, up there with the Mindy/Barry/Rachel triangle.
The poor guy was dumped, with little to no explanation, until one day his mother went to collect some things from the house – only to find his brother-in-law stepping out of the shower! Two marriages destroyed with one betrayal, I feel terrible for him and his sister. Still he seemed OK when I noticed his lack of ring and it finally came up. We both ended up laughing in incredulity at it all. It is true what they say: Tragedy + Time = Comedy.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
For my own Real Live Sitcom Moment it has to be a recent cycling crash. I was unable to break in time as a car in front turned left. Miraculously I managed to hit the side and roll off onto the pavement, somehow, completely unscathed.
It seems appropriate, given how I am suddenly hurtling through life – first tattoo AND house hunting – that I have now essentially become the dog that ran into my car almost two years ago!
If you ask me Rachel’s mum dodged a bullet there...
What I find really strange though is that T.O.W.T.P. moves forward with the divorce story in the same week I’ve discovered one of my Real Live Friends is a divorcee. And they didn’t even see fit to mention it until 6 months after the fact!
It’s probably the most dramatic story I’ve heard, up there with the Mindy/Barry/Rachel triangle.
The poor guy was dumped, with little to no explanation, until one day his mother went to collect some things from the house – only to find his brother-in-law stepping out of the shower! Two marriages destroyed with one betrayal, I feel terrible for him and his sister. Still he seemed OK when I noticed his lack of ring and it finally came up. We both ended up laughing in incredulity at it all. It is true what they say: Tragedy + Time = Comedy.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
For my own Real Live Sitcom Moment it has to be a recent cycling crash. I was unable to break in time as a car in front turned left. Miraculously I managed to hit the side and roll off onto the pavement, somehow, completely unscathed.
It seems appropriate, given how I am suddenly hurtling through life – first tattoo AND house hunting – that I have now essentially become the dog that ran into my car almost two years ago!
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