:Tut tut. I thought I said, "Goodbyeee!" and not, "Au revoir, do call again and leave more crap." 

Fear not, pop-eyed little pooch, your point was well taken. You hardly need to remind me that you don't give a "flying fart"  about sticking to facts or veracity (although you're very free with low-level sharts here, I've noticed). Happily though, others do. So on second thoughts I'll keep this section—to exhibit, for the appreciation of my other visitors (fully house-trained!), the remarkable specimens produced by my little doggie friend. I shall call them my Little Mexican Doggy Whoppers.

So now you've changed your story of The Hours for the third time, eh? (Or is it fourth? Fifth? I seem to be losing count as you approach the limits of my pitifully deficient arithmetic.) If I, er, comprehend it correctly, the latest draft of The Hours has it that you originally "thought" five hours was "about" two hours. Interesting.  And revealing. In fact you sniffily dismissed the interval as "less than 2 hours" (my emph.). Interesting and revealing because? Because the open-ended "about" tends to support a story of an innocent "estimate".  But "less than" doesn't. "Less than" is specifically limited. Narrowed in focus, specific, it's more clearly a calculated (no pun intended) lie. It's well-known that most liars have trouble remembering which lie they told. Less well-known is the fact that their use of words, trivial though words seem to them, often gives them away. Freudian slips? Elementary, my dear Watson. 

By the way there's a good book by Adventures In The Screen Trade author and screenwriter Bill Goldman called, I think, Which Lie Did I Tell? It's about Hollywood. Are you a Hollywood pooch? Sporting a diamond collar from Harry Winston and peeking out of a B-list celebrity's purse? If so I may be able to sell your crap on eBay, and I insist that you think of this section as your special little pooping place! (Gives a whole new meaning to "save your crap" doesn't it!) All I ask is that you do your business on the newspaper provided (a Murdoch publication, natch). Isn't it nice to make new friends? Au revoir, and do call again, you funny little thing! —   



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