An inspiring movie about a king getting over an impairment and ruling an empire in the midst of World War II.
even the rabbi sees it.
This episode was pretty good, guys. I’m glad we got the Mindy/Danny scenes back.
The scene in the break room was so great. I mean, yeah, it was Mindy and Danny, but you could definitely see Mindy and Chris in there, too, and it was adorable. Those two are just adorable.
Oh, by the way, I’m a pseudo-Jew (it’s complicated) so, anything that had to do with the situation that Danny found himself in was freaking hilarious to me. He did everything wrong.
(So many Yiddish words. I loved it.)
Okay, like, Danny and Mindy forever, y’all, but good God, that detective was hot. His last line? “I’m not a guy. I’m a man.” Whew. I could handle a few episodes of his fine ass, honestly. I thought, when he was writing her that last ticket, he was writing down his phone number, being smooth as fuck, but no. Apparently not. It was kind of disappointing.
That’s all I have for now.
WAIT—I just figured something out. Charlie Lang, the detective? That’s the name of Nic Cage’s character in It Could Happen to You. The writers are sly dogs.
Talk about the thing you’re most proud of.
Oh, this is easy. It’s the playwriting award I received from the Kennedy Center. Yeah. I had the chance to go to DC for a weekend to be a part of a playwriting workshop thing and it was really great. I met so many awesome people there and made connections and they performed ten minutes of my play on the Millennium Stage.
It was a defining moment for me, sort of. I knew that I was on the right track for my life and it gave me back the confidence in myself that I lost in high school.
Talk about what turns you on.
Oh, my God. Why? Okay. Fine. This is different from the fetishes thing right? Because I’m pretty sure that the things that turn me on aren’t fetishes, but then again, I wouldn’t know.
I am a sucker for a man in a suit. A nice, tailored suite is my kryptonite. Honestly. If a man knows how to dress himself, there is a seventy-five percent chance I would let him get on my body right now. I like laughter. Also, when guys talk to you in a deep, gravelly voice. Dear God.
NO. WAIT. My number one turn on—violence. NOT THE ABUSIVE KIND. Like, okay. (It’s hard to explain, but hey, you asked, pal.) I love it when a guy is ready to fight for his girl. When he’s ready to defend her, when he is ready to get territorial and punch another guy for calling her a slut or grabbing her ass or something. I’m all for that. I know it’s deeply anti-feminist and sort of awful—because, women are NOT trophies to be won—but I can’t get over it. It’s something very primal and very, like…I don’t know. Okay? I just get turned on when a man can throw a punch. (That being said, bad boys are kind of a thing with me, I guess.)
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS BECAUSE I DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND IT MYSELF.
Oh, God. Next question.
Talk about what you do when you are sad.
It depends on how sad I am. If I’m a little off-beat, I just watch an episode of Parks and Rec, or call my mom, and I’m better. If I’m sad, I eat something unhealthy and I watch two or three movies. If I get into a major funk, then I eat something unhealthy and I watch those Barbie movies. You know, Barbie Rapunzel, Barbie Nutcracker, those ones. I don’t know what it is, but it’s very comforting to me. And then, I sleep.
I’m sorry I can’t be a lesbian sex goddess like you, Dim.
6 and 28.
Talk about your worst birthday ever.
I haven’t had a “worst birthday ever”. I guess they were all pretty decent. I mean, there were some that I didn’t get everything that I wanted, but I was never one to be terribly upset over that. My family has always been there for my birthday, and for me, my family is the most important thing, so. I guess my worst birthday ever will be the one that I’ll have to celebrate without them.
Talk about your fetishes.
Jesus Christ. (Of course, this is the question I get from you, Dimitra.) I don’t know if I have any. Like, what is considered a fetish…? I don’t know. Oh, God. Uhm. I’m sorry.
because, apparently, i don’t talk about myself enough.
Please? It’ll be fun.
1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.
2: Talk about your first kiss.
3: Talk about the person you’ve had the most intense romantic feelings for.
4: Talk about the thing you regret most so far.
5: Talk about the best birthday you’ve had.
6: Talk about the worst birthday you’ve had.
7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.
8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
10: Talk about the biggest fight you’ve ever had.
11: Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had.
12: Talk about the worst dream you’ve ever had.
13: Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.
14: Talk about a vacation.
15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.
16: Talk about the best party you’ve ever been to.
17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.
18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.
20: Talk about something that happened in high school.
21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.
22: Talk about your worst fear.
23: Talk about a time someone turned you down.
24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
25: Talk about an ex-best friend.
26: Talk about things you do when you’re sick.
27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else’s body.
28: Talk about your fetishes.
29: Talk about what turns you on.
30: Talk about what turns you off.
31: Talk about what you think death is like.
32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.
34: Talk about the worst physical pain you’ve endured.
35: Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.
37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
39: Talk about things you wish you’d known earlier.
40: Talk about the end of something in your life.
|Artist: Lauren Aquilina|