Errr...
The Miley Cyrus skit reminds me of how I would like to some how one day actually have a parallel (silent) record of who is on what drugs at what times on camera in movies etc. Srsly. That's why I keep the token samples of various green that have been around in the background and attempt to track and pace myself when it comes to those things that have affects of me. At least a vague/loose record of what other actors and such throughout history have been on at what times and during what performances would be really interesting to know/understand.
Because that's the f7cked up part. It's the blind cliffhanger of getting dumped in the Hollywood jungle with zero accurate info and only the highly to comically questionable cast you've already met to reference for social association that made/created that 'perfect storm' of blah, blah, blah that finds me here...despite all my best designed, and carefully implemented and well-intended plans to just get a damn accurate sample of "what-the-f7ck-was-really-going-on-in-the-first-place date"...which in turn is what made me dream up the #KarynRR leash-like 'SupraLicensing' scheme to protect people from themselves while giving them save roller coaster like tolerances and control protocols etc., but since the entire system/world exists 'in the dark' and against-the-sheep-propaganda, it puts the hoomans caught in between in danger because there is not protection or control or monitoring in place blah, blah, blah
But the moral the club scene taught me is, it's not the blah, blah, blah that's the problem, it the behavior of most all of the people I associate with certain things compared to my own and the 'Better' (but few and far between) examples I've seen and can relate to sometimes randomly dispersed in various pockets in some crowds.
Blah, blah, blah
The rest of SNL has been quite good beyond the forecast thus far too, but some of the acting is a little off in some of the skits.
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