So after I decided to go the sober route last night, I watched another wasteful hour of Big Brother (The Cowboy dude has a picket fence for teeth...ewww.), about half of Dog Soldiers on DVD (sucked), ate a bowl of ice cream which made me violently ill. I'm assuming that America's Choice Cookies and Cream doesn't go well with the Champange of Beers. After I exhausted all my options on television, I did what any normal 32 year old single male would do on a Saturday night. (Not jerk off you pervert...)
I put on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory from On Demand and lulled myself to sleep to the strains of Leslie Bricusse's score. That Pure Imagination number by Gene Wilder is intoxicating.
COME WITH ME
AND YOU'LL BE
IN A WORLD OF PURE IMAGINATION
TAKE A LOOK
AND YOU'LL SEE
INTO YOUR IMAGINATION
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