July 11, 2005
Cheese: You want a beer or somethin'?
Rowling: Thank you, but I'll pass. I'm not much of a drinker.
Cheese: Suit yourself. Can you grab me one, though? I'm parched.
Rowling: Excuse me?
Cheese: A beer. I could use one. They're on the bottom shelf of the fridge.
Rowling: ... ... ... Well, I... I guess.
J.K. walks to my refrigerator and hands me a beer.
Cheese: Thanks, honeynipples. You're a good woman. Hey, you kinda look like that chick from Twisted Sister.
Cheese: You know, [sings] "I wanna rock! ROCK! Duh duh da duh, duh duh da duh, DAAH DAAH! I wanna ROCK! ROCK!"
Rowling: Oh, you mean the band-
Cheese: "ROCK! Duh duh da duh, duh duh da duh, DAAH DAAH! I want - to - ROCK! ROCK!"
Rowling: Yes, I understand who you're talking about. That's not a "chick." It's Dee Snider.
Cheese: "Chick," "woman," whatever. I don't know what you people call yourselves these days. In another month, you'll change it again anyway.
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