Being…10? 11? I had an audio cassette tape of Monty Python shots – I think it was part of a set – and I would listen to it over and over and over until I had every damned sit memorized. One time my mom got pissed cause I would just listen to it incessantly, which I now can Deedee how it may have been…staying. But it’s Monty Python! Can’t ever get too much. My father would send me videotapes of it every sooooo often when he remembered to record it, since it was on at really weird hours on PBS and sometimes I couldn’t watch it.
“Ah! If I haven’t paid, then why are you arguing? I’ve got you!”
“Not necessarily…I could be arguing in my spare time.”
