Cast your mind back to the dark and dreary winter days of 2000. Sonia was our Silver Surfer down under, Bush’s presidential hopes held tight with a new jam, Gore tight with the mic in the left hand, and the Celtic Tiger was purring on a sheepskin rug in front of a roaring fire. Oh, how we did chuckle and chortle at Ben Stiller’s foolhardy attempts to wow his prospective in-laws with tales of lactating feline nipples.
Fast forward a decade of decadent excess and installment number 3 of the Focker folktale has arrived, about as welcome as the latest banking bailout.
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
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