Major bummer dude!
That movie was so NOT EXCELLENT!
They faced the music and the music was LAME!
This movie is the equivalent of a middle-aged man buying a souped-up convertible in order to try to recapture his teenage years.
That is all I will say about this movie.
That ... and the CG is terrible! What the hell, dudes! Did you edit this movie in your mom's basement?
Wife: How could you have done that?!
Husband [shrugs]: I dunno. She had chocolate.
Husband: I love you.
Wife: Me too.
Husband: You love yourself too?
Wife: Do you ALWAYS have to say that?
Husband: Should I get new material?
Wife: We're just going over the same old things. It's just ... getting old.
Husband: Sorry, but what could make it better?
Wife: Well you could have taken me on that vacation to Florida like you promised.
Husband: Florida?
Wife: Yes, why didn't you take me to Florida?
Husband: Gee, I dunno, maybe it had something to do with a deadly fuckin' VIRUS!
Wife: You always have some sort of excuse.
Can we really follow Jesus the way He wants us to follow Him?
Sure, of course! Just say He's our lord and savior, and we're good.
But what about giving up all our money and our stuff?
That was just that one guy, that wasn't us.
How can you be sure?
Well, if He didn't want us to have all this stuff, then He wouldn't have made America so great, right?
Yeah, I suppose you're right.
Fair was the rose that grew in her garden
and fair was the wind that graced her valley
and 'twas not for the love of that sweet maiden
that I wandered into that dark alley
[OK so this didn't go anywhere - was supposed to be a double entendre take on old Irish love songs, then it went straight from bucolic to inner city. Maybe there is something that can be done with it, but I don't rightly know at the moment]
MCR
2020-1020
So I have this idea for nanowrimo.
Dude, you've been trying that thing for 5 years now and you never finish. Give it up.
Just listen to the idea ...
Why? It's just another idea that you never get done. Get something done and THEN come to me about it.
This is why I hate talking to you. You're such a dreamkiller.
Well, since we're the same person, you're kinda stuck with me.
Fuck you.
Fuck yourself.
Same thing.
Yeah... gonna make a novel out of THAT. psycho boy?
... I might.
Reading The Naked Lunch, half-naked on my front lawn, I checked my Twitter feed and saw a DM that said, "Send me some nudes" so I looked up some pics of Gram Parsons in 1969. Hit "send"
