"B-B-B-Barney, be my c-c-c-comrade."

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What can I say? I heart rebels with a cause:

(Can someone do a mashup of this?)

First, was the Way We Were...



And, then, there's the way we are.




BTW: Interesting to note definition of "Comrade" as per wikipedia...

Comments

ashley said…
Hahaha. You're brilliant! You think he watched The Way We Were, before taking that group of schmucks on?
September 5, 2009 at 3:28 PM
Louise On The Left (Coast0 said…
Thanks!

I was beginning to think I was the only person to get this.

I guess the bottom line is that I'm warped because even if you're as homely as Barney Frank is, I find it sexy to fight for what you believe in.

However, I always got why Redford love Streisand, though.
September 5, 2009 at 3:50 PM
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