contrary to urban myth, mama cass did NOT choke on a ham sandwich ...just a
pedestrian heart attack from being a lazy, obese, glutton.

(see uncle john's bathroom reader - volume VI)


> wrote in message
...
> After months of enduring "Have you seen "Sideways" yet? A wine guy
> like you REALLY ought to see it!", I finally caved and dropped down
> my eight bucks. Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks Paul
> Giamatti is just a slightly less icky Chris Elliot. That was 123
> minutes of mostly torture (the exceptions being when Virginia Madsen
> was on screen).
>
> Having seen the movie just a few days after Hunter S. Thompson's
> self-expiration, maybe I was expecting too much. But in my perfect
> universe, Miles Raymond drains the last drop of his '61 Cheval Blanc,
> then either chokes to death on his greasy hamburger or blows his
> brains out, accidentally confusing a real .38 with a toy gun. That's
> the only way a real anti-hero goes out on top. You're either Mama Cass
> or you're HST.
>
> I could have better spent my eight dollars on four bottles of Two Buck
> Chuck. The result would have been essentially the same, but at least
> I'd have had something to show for it...even if it was just a
> headache.
>
> JJ