This is a reference to Red Letter Media's Best of the Worst review of "Hollywood Cop", specifically a line said by the late, lamented Cameron Mitchell.
Jay brings up the line, and Rich Evans, aka "Dick the Birthday Boy" adamantly refuses to admit that this line was in Hollywood Cop, instead thinking it was in Samurai Cop. WRONG!
The comedown as bad as heroin withdrawel after returning home from a music festival.
Common symptoms are:
Appreciation that the ringing in your ears was worth it
Unable to take off the festival band for at least a few days
Listening to the music of bands you saw on your ipod
Youtubing videos of the festival
Stuffing yourself with food
Some more dangerous symptoms are:
Making your toilet filthy so as to reenact the festival toilets
Camping out your backgarden
Not feeding the cat
Continuing to dress zany despite being home
Guy1: Hey why's John not coming to the crazy party tonight? There is going to be a ton of drink & girls
Guy2: he's suffering from Post festival depression, Like he started singing at the top of his lungs on the phone ''I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IS'' before hanging up crying
the down feeling you get for almost a week or more after you come home from a music festival. the feeling that nothing in the world compares to that 'crazy' weekend and the desperate need to go back and relive it. anyone not at a festival will dismiss this feeling as a sign of insanity as they simply do not understand.
''Hey, wanna come to a party?''
''No, I only got back from T in the Park yesterday and I have the festival blues''
"Okay then you absolute freak''
Festival Lung is a common name for any lung condition that develops from an atmosphere in which the inhaling of dust, allergens and second-hand smoke combines with intense heat, dehydration, fatigue, lack of sleep, poor hygiene and the act of singing or screaming along at the top of your lungs to your favorite songs repeatedly over the course of several days amidst a large, concentrated crowd of thousands of people in a music festival environment.
Whoa that lineup was amazing, but I think I need to go see a doctor on Monday for the Festival Lung I left with!
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.