Michael kept a straight face for a moment, but his mouth twitched when he glanced back at the screen. “Hollywood, Bollywood, Schmollywood. This trumps them all.”
Michael and his musings on... er... pop culture.
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“Winner, winner, chicken DINNER!”
Michael leaned forward in his chair. “That… is how the pros do it when they get blackjack. Like that Ben guy in the movie 21. Complete nerd, buuuut… kind of badass.”
Michael stared a bit above the camera, trying to keep a straight face. “I mean, he has sex right in front of a floor-to-ceiling window with Kate Bosworth--”
“Who’s h-awt. Babe-ilectable, right, Michael?” Andy raised his eyebrows and bared his teeth in an expectant way.
“Andy. When a woman is comfortable with her body, you’re not supposed to… to… objectify her.” Michael sighed and shook his head in Andy’s direction. He glanced to the camera. “Sorry about him. Where was I… Oh, right-o. Sex-sh in the window.” He paused and looked hopeful. “God, you’d be able to look right at the twins.”
Michael shook his head. “That’s Vegas, baby.”