Pip: I ain't fartin' on no snare drum.
It's from Airheads. Just for those of you playing along at home.
Were it not for my tonsil dramas I could be on my way home from Nimbin right about now. Stupid things that make things stupid.
The flatmates and I just saw the last ten minutes of The Price of Milk with Karl Urban in it. Anyone have any idea what the hell that movie was about? Cause it looked really freaking weird.