anyone stuck tryin to make up for that fat reference with the ol lady and in search of a film to bring appeasement to the domestile should check out TUESDAY'S DEAD. no ninjas (ninja please) or barbarians or gratuitous bloodshed...in fact i chuckled through the only bit of violence and giggled at the sex...ok, nothin new there... now while puttin the fun in dysfunctional is over played even when its done well, this thing comes off like Napoleon dynamite part deux...a comming of age...when the balls drop...but seriously when was the last time a duech bag like me sat around riveted to some indie film probably made for the aging yuppie chick market and with no one else in the house either...i could have been listening to gwar and watchin porn for fucks sake but once this thing started rolling i had to continue...even hit the pause button to go piss and get a fresh beer and salami sandwich half way through...usually just let em roll in my absence...no shit, if you bring TUESDAY'S DEAD home with a six of micro instead of the usual coors...dude its a guaranteed blowjob...and without sufferin through the likes of merril streep...hey, but what do i know!...some body at the post office asked me how it was goin today...i had to think...pretty good...fucking rare...
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anyway, fuckwit is my daughter's father. he seems to be under the impression that i belong to him and therefore everything i write is his business. you'd think an international border between the two of us would hint at a distinct problem, but apparently that's not the case.