I spent most of school year channeling Finch from "American Pie." I never felt comfortable dropping a duece in any of the school bathrooms. At least not during school hours. Instead, I found a nice, quiet spot to scamper to about five mintues down the road at the county Health Department. I used many a planning period dropping by the post office and then heading across the street to the HD. Today, being pressed for time, on the very last day of school, I had no other choice. I walked into the teacher's lounge with one thought on my mind. And I must tell you, I felt great afterwards. Even when the lady nicknamed "Big Bird" shuffled past me into the bathroom as I exited.
Onto more serious matters. Sopranos was indeed intense last Sunday. Bobby wouldn't have wanted to go any other way. As for the finale, who knows what might happen. I, for one, don't want Tony to get taken out by that bastard Phil. I'd like to see him whack some NY guys and sail away on his yacht. And Paulie might very well be working against the Soprano clan, so it might be time for him to bite the dust as well. Also, would it be too much to ask for to see Meadow naked on the final show. I think not.
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