I just wanted a goddarn thimble and I'm starting to have questions about what reality is and who I am.
This is unironically the episode that scares me the most. I think of it every time I'm in an elevator. I t scares the shit out of me that when the door opens I don't even know what I'll find.
Anne Francis is one of my favorite actresses. She's best known now as the girl in Forbidden Planet (which I can't find a good picture of on google now), the one who was propelling the entire story. And she pulled that off so well you actually believe that she could wrap a planet around her finger without even trying.
But she was amazing in lots of stuff. She had a show Honey West where she was like James Bond and had a pet ocelot. It's really pretty darn good. The next time some r-slur feminist says "this is the first time a woman" she did whatever it is on that show.
When she was really young she was in the romcom Elopement and elevated it a bit. She was already that good.
Anyway I like Anne Francis and I don't like elevators.
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That settles it. Don't try to hide behind principle or even your own pathetic cowardice as an excuse anymore.
You're just an evil motherlover.
Hope the pibbles get you eventually.
Or you finally realize that, yes, you DO take pleasure in causing animals pain, and in a brief moment of lucidity you relieve us of your existence with a shotgun.
Your body would be more useful to society as dog food than in it's current state.
Snapshots:
Elopement:
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archive.ph (click to archive)
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