So I met Chuck Palahniuk at a cocktail party the other night. Unfortunately I was only introduced to "Chuck" sans the last name so I didn't know it was actually the author of Fight Club, among other titles, until the Roommate told me a few minutes after he walked away from our conversation. That means he was deprived of me gushing over Fight Club (even though I haven't read the book yet, only saw the movie a few times) and stammering on about how great Brad Pitt was in the movie. Now I don't bring this up to rub in your face how AWESOME I am and how I hobnob with the rich and famous and all. No, that's a given. I bring it up because when the Roommate and I got home we turned on the TV and low and behold, Fight Club was on that Spike channel. Odd little coincidence, don't you think? I wanted to watch it again but it's on Spike, so there's commercial breaks and the cut out the curse words. Can't fucking watch fucking Fight Club like that, no sir.
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