It sounded like an infomercial.
I was just waiting for him to say, "But if you call in the next 10 minutes we'll send you an extra snuggle blanket absoultely free."
Nevermind that she's someone who I've always hated, but Christ she's ugly.
I'm sorry, but this selfish cunt is hard to look at for more than 5 milliseconds.
It's the New York Post man.
Are you expecting them to acknowledge the difference between what is allowed and what is right?
They shouldn't be priting this shit, but that's how the Post sells.
(Theme Music for Kanye's Game)
Penis Walks
God show me the way cause them pussies trying to break me down
Penis Walks (with me with me with me)
The only thing I pray is that my dick don't fail me now.
I want to to get it hard but I'm afraid because it's been so long.
So long.
Wait...so how does this movie explain the fact that S1mone has to work with other actors, who obviously have never met her before? Are we to assume that Pacino creates other digitized actors along with writing her a pop album and press releases?
Right. It's of no fucking cinematic interest that this French guy is their suspenful selling point. We know what happens to him, but even more importantly, we've never fucking seen him before so why the hell should I care enough about him to feel thrilled?!
Come now Lost writers. You're better than that.
Apologies.
This has been mentioned by other insightful post cronies.
But seriously, could we nominate fucking City Slickers II: The Legend of Curly's Gold?
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