Eight Kinds of Wrong

I have to put myself to bed now, after being up all night again working on the script, and, blessedly, some paid editing work for someone else.

Uhhhh. Must go find hairy, shedding, drooling doggies to cuddle.

But before I say goodnight, I have to add this mental picture that I can't wipe out of my brain:

Matthew Broderick.

On The View

Promoting a crappy, middle-aged movie

With grey hair

And a receding hairline.
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NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

Bueller.

*sniff sniff*

That's just eight kinds of wrong.