THAT MY DEAR FANS IS A PICTURE OF THE MOVIE JERK AVOIDING HIGH GAS PRICES BY RUNNING TO SOUTHAMPTON TO AVOID THE HORRORS OF A WEEKEND STUCK IN MANHATTAN. WELL, THAT AND/OR AVOIDING ANOTHER DUI. GOD. I CAN PRACTICALLY TASTE HARLEM IT’S SO HOT. QUICK EVERYONE! TO THE JITNEY BEFORE THEY HEAR US! AHHH YES. M. NIGHT SHYAMALAN: INDIAN. GIVER. MOVER. SHAKER. BAD FILM MAKER. JUST AS I SUSPECTED, M, AS HE’S REFERRED TO BY THE SUPERCOOL, HAS MADE ANOTHER EXCELLENT PREVIEW FOLLOWED BY ANOTHER TERRIBLE MOVIE. M, YOU ARE THE COAL IN MY STOCKING. THE RASH ON MY ASS. THE PIMP WHO CLAIMS I DIDN’T PAY HIM. THE FAT GIRL I WAS TOO NICE TO AND THE SKINNY ONE I CAN’T AFFORD. STOP FUCKING ME WITH YOUR TRAILERS AND PAY BRUCE WILLIS TO BRING YOU A HIT. THIS MOVIE IS BASICALLY AN INDEPENDENT HORROR FILM ABOUT THE DANGERS OF GLOBAL WARMING. LITERALLY. I CAN’T SAY ANYMORE IN CASE YOU ACCIDENTALLY FALL INTO A THEATER AND WATCH THIS ATROCITY.
3 comments:
mj, you are a genius
THAT'S BECAUSE I THINK FROM MY BALLS.
I thought this movie rocked. How about that wind?! Shymalan is a genius!
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