Phil Collins #1 Fan.

A: Did you add the link to the latest email entry?

M: Oh, I did! Sorry I forgot to tell you. I didn't think people would understand my reference.

A: Okay, I was just all, "I don't...remember doing that? But it makes sense."

M: You really should stop drinking and blogging.

A: Oh god, that is definitely something I should never do.

M: It's embarrassing. And the tequila/Nyquil combo makes you black out and buy rompers. Admit it.

A: I'll wake up and discover that I'm now webmaster for the Phil Collins #1 Fan Blog.

M: You...aren't?

A: Well, I wasn't. I am now, Sussudio.

M: I hate you for saying that word and putting that war crime of a song in my head. Hate.

A: Just let the awesome wash over you, Marianne:

M: YOU ARE FIRED FROM MY LIFE HOLY SHIT.

M: I just had to look at that AGAIN. Sweatpants! With weird little pockets and his soft, soft belly.

A: I think it's the striped wristband that really sells the look for me. White hot.

M: I am going to force you to stick your nose in his belly button. Nuzzle that shit.

A: Oh COME ON. You know you love this:

M:

A: SNORT.

But really, come on. Against All Odds? Not even a little bit?

M: NOT EVER.

Do you know what I just realized is happening? This:

A: Oh...Jude. I need a moment of silence.

M: ...

A: ...

M: Let's tip our 40's to his former hotness.

A: Oh, it's so sad. Maybe I'll go listen to Against All Odds. Or, I would if I'd accidentally drunk downloaded it which I DID NOT DO.

M: It's like I don't even know you any more.

A: You do know me! I'm Phil Collins #1 Fan.

M: Sigh.