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Florence Pugh vs Gemma Arterton
Florence Pugh (0-1-0 Pts. 41 Avg. 41.00)
- Lost to Reese Witherspoon 41-87

VS
Gemma Arterton (0-1-0 Pts. 61 Avg. 61.00)
- Lost to Rachel Weisz 61-63

Week 1 is in the books and here is where we start.
Results
Standings
| Contestants | Record | Points | Average | Points Against | Average Score |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Karen Gillan | 1 – 0 – 0 | 90 | 90.00 | 32 | 90.00-32.00 |
| Reese Witherspoon | 1 – 0 – 0 | 87 | 87.00 | 41 | 87.00-41.00 |
| Catherine Zeta-Jones | 1 – 0 – 0 | 76 | 76.00 | 54 | 76.00-54.00 |
| Rachel Weisz | 1 – 0 – 0 | 63 | 63.00 | 61 | 63.00-61.00 |
| Gemma Arterton | 0 – 1 – 0 | 61 | 61.00 | 63 | 61.00-63.00 |
| Eva Green | 0 – 1 – 0 | 54 | 54.00 | 76 | 54.00-76.00 |
| Florence Pugh | 0 – 1 – 0 | 41 | 41.00 | 87 | 41.00-87.00 |
| Jennifer Lawrence | 0 – 1 – 0 | 32 | 32.00 | 90 | 32.00-90.00 |
Week 2

“Relaxing day at the beach Miss Cardinale?”
“Gotta stay cool in this heat.”
“You can always wear less clothes.”
“But I have nothing else under this!”
“Do tell, do tell.”
“I’m sure HR will be interested to hear.“
“No they won’t, believe me.”
“Misplaced comma there. Anyway here is last week’s winner by one vote and this week’s entries.”
Winner

This week’s entries.










Gordon Bud Lightfoot:
♪
If you could redefine love,
What a tale the courts could tell.
Just ban those old-time bakeries
As opposed to them wishing well.
In a public park, or a fortune island,
& "Diana" Jones upon the screen
I know that whip's for me.
And we will never be set free
As long as this leads to places you can't see.
If I could heal your mind, love,
What a fail your thoughts could tell.
Just like those tuck-back novelties,
The kind that Target sells.
When you reach the party whence the hard-ons come,
Then the Neroes will be free --
United Neroes, don't you see?
And you won't read about it being all a fake
Because defending's just too hard to take!
I'd walk away like a movie star
In a "childrens' three-way" script.
Absolutely number two.
A new drag queen to play the scene
Of bringing Indiana Jones to heel
But for now love, let's be real;
I never thought it could be this gay
And I've got to say that I just don't get it.
I don't know where we went wrong,
But the country's gone
And we just can't get it back.
♪
Knife-Wielding Times Square Maniac Deqon Massiah Released Without Bail
The New York Post | 07/14/2023 | Joe Marino

The deranged man caught on camera stalking a group of musicians through Times Square with a knife was granted supervised release by a Manhattan judge on Thursday evening.
Prosecutors recommended the release of 22-year-old Deqon Massiah. He was charged with menacing, harassment and criminal possession of a weapon, which are not bail eligible.
The judge agreed to release the suspect but said that the “highest level of monitoring is appropriate.”
Massiah appeared in court wearing the same red shirt with the word “sly” on the back that he had donned when an alert photographer snapped his photo Wednesday.
The suspect was clutching a blade as he snuck up behind the performers at the Crossroads of the World.
*** During his arrest, prosecutors said Massiah told the officers, ”Get the f– off me, they were coming after us.” *** Massiah has no criminal history in New York, but is on probation for a sex offender case in Georgia.
I should point out that I swiped that graphic from FreeRepublic.com, where it is in constant use in response to stories like this.
Farmers Forced To Dump Excess Milk Due to Oversupply
KTLA-TV5 | Jul 13, 2023 | Henry Amor, Nick SmithThe issue at hand is that milk is a daily commodity.
Whether there’s a demand for it or not, the cows have to be milked.
…
Because the demand for milk is down, so are the prices.
Per Kinda Sorta Bob B-like Bot:
Want some Ukraine in your NATO?
China in your sea?
What’s all these crazy questions you’re askin’ me?
This is the craziest conference that could ever be
Get me outta here ’cause I think I wanna pee
My handlers told me not to come
My handlers told me not to come
“That ain’t no way to start your run, no” (uh-uh!)
Open up that window, let me get outta this here room
I think it’s almost Wapner time, I just know I gotta zoom
And that staircase I see comin’ ’bout scares me half to death
Get me to the lid now, sucker, let me catch my breath
My handlers told me not to come
My handlers told me not to come
“That ain’t no way to have fun, son”
“That ain’t the way to have fun, son” they said
The commentators blastin’, someone’s knockin’ at the door
It’s only my son Hunter, he’s snortin’ off the floor
I seen so many things I ain’t never seen before
I don’t know what it is, I don’t wanna see no more
My handlers told me not to come
My handlers told me not to come
They said, “That ain’t no way to look smart, son”
“That ain’t the way to look sharp, no”
Jill she told me, Jill she told me
Jill she told me, told me, told me
Jill told me, told me, ooh, yeah, yeah
Jill told me I must run
Jill she told me, Jill she told me
Ain’t that the truth
“I need four years to have fun, Joe”
“I need four years to have fun…”