The Shoutbox
My favorite Peter O'Toole story: once when he was supposed to be drying out from alcohol his wife basically sentenced him to house arrest. One day he had enough of it so he climbed out a back window and went to a pub. One thing led to another, and four days later he returned home after almost non-stop carousing. His wife was waiting for him at the front door, FURIOUS, but before she could say a word Peter yelled at her, angry and confused, "Why in the HELL didn't you pay the ransom?!?".

Love that man.
A birthday worth mentioning. He's great.

My mother beat him to 76 by a tad over two months.
Peter O'Toole is seventy-six today. Truly , nothing is written!
I'll have to admit, Spirit. That avatar is cute.
If you want me to leave, fine I won't post in the shoutbox again, apparently you people hold grudges and can't just laugh. So sad
That's why you keep going on and on. Because you know how much we all enjoy this.
And now I'm done talking to you or about you, except privately to moderators.
Who gives a ***** if it's mean spirited, you're being intentionally annoying. Like you keep saying that's it, your done, then minutes later you do something else. Like the Susan Sarandon "joke" you interrupted the Baker's Dozen game with exactly a half an hour ago.

But you're done.

Yes, you're done. We are done with you. Go away.
I'm not pushing anyone, I just typed differently for fun and came up with different discussion topics to shake things up. I never meant it to be mean spirited.
Like a root canal.
Yeah, fun.