{"id":6067,"date":"2007-03-03T17:29:30","date_gmt":"2007-03-03T22:29:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6067"},"modified":"2022-10-12T15:17:57","modified_gmt":"2022-10-12T19:17:57","slug":"happy-place-25","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=6067","title":{"rendered":"Stallone"},"content":{"rendered":"

Jen and I got together last night – and we had a sushi feast, and red wine – and Jen sat with her poor bum foot elevated on my lap – and we laughed until we freakin’ cried about various things in our lives, and memories, and we had a huge Rocky<\/i> fest (after all – she and I going to see Rocky Balboa<\/i><\/a> is what started this whole thing) and the entire evening ended with the two of us feverishly looking on line to see if we could buy the uncut (pun intended apparently) version of Party at Kitty and Stud’s<\/i> – which led us into a web of insane links all over the web, as I am sure you can imagine – and we were laughing so hard at ourselves, and our ridiculous behavior … tears were streaming down our faces – it was like this shared manic episode, the two of us searching for cheesy p0rn in this frenzied<\/i> manner, as though it was of DIRE importance – and also any time either of us said the words, “Party at Kitty and Stud’s<\/i>” – which was quite often by that late point – we would both just LOSE it. It sounded funnier and funnier every time either of us said it. “Oh, here’s a reference to ‘Party at Kitty and Stud’s'” Jen would say, excited, huddled over her laptop and the absurdity of it would just KILL me. It was as though we were BORN saying the words “Party at Kitty and Stud’s”. As I walked down the hallway to the elevator, at midnight, ready to meander home – I could still hear Jen laughing down the hall. “Kitty and Stud’s???? What?” Once we find the uncut (ahem) version of this movie – we will have to watch it together. I am already laughing out loud just thinking about it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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