Haven't we all had a dinner like this - winding up either saying "what's up his ass?" or being the one in Tim's place, sheepishly making phone calls the next morning. After an unload like Tim's it's always handy to call around the next day to see how many friends you've lost.
This story of a girl called "Storm" starts a little slowly and then all of a sudden the 9.37 is up. I always loved Scooby Doo as well, and for exactly the same reason as Tim.
UPDATE: this has its parallel in a recent blog I passed on, about how everyone's entitled to an opinion, but not all opinions are equally valid.
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