the wuc bytes – anchorman

I love this movie as if it were a love child produced from an ill-fated yet delicious union with Robert Downey Jr. It makes me happy in my comedo bone.

It makes me want to grow a curly moustache and smoke a sea-captain pipe.

It makes me want to dance in long-johns painted with prancing puppies.

No, scratch that. I’d never fucking do that. Actually, I’d take a shotgun to whoever dances in long-johns painted with prancing puppies. Then I’d watch Anchorman, the corpse cooling beside me – a coffee table for my popcorn and soda.

“Boy, that escalated quickly.”

“It jumped up a notch.”

About the wuc

I'm a chick living in Australia, working for the man. I hate office work with a passion usually reserved for James Cameron, but somehow I ended up with a career behind a desk, stapling my forehead at random intervals.

50 Responses to “the wuc bytes – anchorman”

  1. You’re so wise. You’re like a miniature Buddha, covered in hair.

  2. Brian Fantana: It’s called Sex Panther by Odeon. It’s illegal in nine countries… Yep, it’s made with bits of real panther, so you know it’s good.
    Ron Burgundy: It’s quite pungent.
    Brian Fantana: Oh yeah.
    Ron Burgundy: It’s a formidable scent… It stings the nostrils. In a good way.
    Brian Fantana: Yep.
    Ron Burgundy: Brian, I’m gonna be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline.
    Brian Fantana: They’ve done studies, you know. 60% of the time, it works every time.

  3. Anchorman rocks! “I’m kind of a big deal.”
    Priceless.

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