A couple weeks ago I came across my VHS copy of Sordid Lives. A tacky, funny, moving movie. I had forgotten how moving. Yes, when Olivia Newton-John sang "I'm coming home" in the church I got all soppy.
Still trying to get over the hair on the deceased's sister. I may have been traumatized, though not as much as Brother Boy by Dr. Eve's tatas.
--the BB
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