Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf?

[riff]

Today is the little bugger's birthday.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Well, then, Happy Birthday, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

 

[phrodeau]

<raises a glass of bergin>

 

[riff]

My sister was right. When, many years ago, I introduced her to this film, she began to call me "Swampy."

There you have it. The encapsulation of a life.

She doesn't do that anymore. She is a nurse in Mesquite, Texas. Happy. Has no reason to call anyone (at least me) "Swampy."