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Pianist becomes instant temperature probe.
Giant unfazed by rude squirming probe, film at eleven.
Posted by: Matt | 02/15/2010 at 10:58 AM
His chest is way too hairy. And she's kind of fading out with all the glare. Weird. Just weird. Are they the same guy even?
Posted by: Deanatroi | 02/16/2010 at 12:40 AM
No clue. The little people are just too little to tell.
Posted by: The Wife | 02/16/2010 at 08:04 AM
She kind of looks like Dana Scully. But he ain't no Mulder!
Posted by: Deanatroi | 02/17/2010 at 12:48 AM
"Mulder, get him off me, it hurts!"
Posted by: Matt | 02/18/2010 at 10:25 AM