Friday, April 17, 2009

I Like To Think That If There Were A Heaven...

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... it would sometimes look like the above picture, only five seconds later Cary Grant has disappeared and those coffee cups are mysteriously bouncing up and down and William Holden's eyes have rolled back in his head...

Where was I? Today would've been William Holden's 91st birthday (if he hadn't been a huge drunk that killed himself with booze by the age of 63, of course). Let's give the big man with the big shoulders some gratuitous appreciation then, shall we?

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2 comments:

homeslaughter said...

Strange, I don't hear you screaming about what a crime it was for the studios to wax down the broad chest of William.

Jason Adams said...

Ha - I totally thought about it though!