I'll just apply my favorite Frank Zappa quote to your love of the MI movies, "If it sounds good to you, it's bitchin'; if it sounds bad to you, it's shitty."
Here's the thing about Trump...he's so thoroughly inferior in every way possible that bashing him gives going after the low-hanging fruit a bad name.
Cool that you're going to be able to take advantage of Chicago summer this year...ENJOY!
Once again your entertaining movie reviews are spellbinding enough to make me consider rewatching the entire series, something I would not have considered 10 minutes ago. A remarkable feat in spite of the fact that I initially misread a sentence & thought it said, “the death of Ilsa at the hands of The Entity’s human golfer,” which momentarily sent my brain awhirl with a vision of Individual #1 intentionally plowing over ex-wife #1 at hyper speed in his Little Deuce Coupe of a golf cart, sending her flying like a rag doll into her pre-dug grave at Trump National Golf Course in Bedminster, New Jersey.
Man. I seriously could have used your movie synopses eons ago, when I was supposed to be at the movies, but was actually fornicating with the guy I didn’t know would one day be my husband. I used to have to try to plausibly vaguely describe “the movie that we saw,” to my mother when I got home, which was difficult to do when I only knew the title. Especially when I was still in the afterglow of guilt-ridden premarital sex.
Onward & downward… I am issuing a clarion call to Chief of Staff Susie Wiles, “Please prevent your addled ward from traveling overseas, to spew his idiocy across the globe in person. If you must, lock him in his McDonald’s boxcar with a case of Sharpies & a ream of maps, where he is free to rename all the land masses & bodies of water & alter the projected paths of hurricanes with the increasingly frantic strokes of his pen.”
I mean. If he can’t bother to learn or remember the names of the world leaders who he is imploring to finance his self-enrichment, make him a set of fucking flash cards. What kind of lunatic looks a man in the eye & essentially signals “I’m gonna call you ‘the leader,’ because I can’t tell you people apart, since you all look the same to me.”
I don’t know why I keep cringing, this is the same fool who described a hurricane as “big water, ocean water” & “extremely wet from the standpoint of water.” Not only can he no longer pretend to masquerade as “presidential,” he can’t even pretend to be human.
My highlight of this week’s cringe-worthy moments was hearing Senator Foghorn Leghorn (aka John Kennedy) express his alarm at the president’s “deal making,” with the unbelievable sound bite “Trust in God, but tie up your camels,” which will now be rattling around in my brain for the foreseeable & non-foreseeable future.
True. And the entire planet has already witnessed the unfortunate circumstance that Trumplethinskin’s hairdo does not stand up to inclement weather & that he harbors a particular resentment toward umbrellas, given his inability to successfully operate them.
How much better would his speeches be if someone switched the background music from YMCA to the “Young Frankenstein” rendition of “Putin’ On The Ritz.” (Pun intended.) At least it would provide a plausible excuse for his inarticulation.
But just a heads up, Imma keep goin’ for the low hanging fruit (Ew.), mostly because I’m too uncoordinated to reach for the top of the tree without falling over.
I'll just apply my favorite Frank Zappa quote to your love of the MI movies, "If it sounds good to you, it's bitchin'; if it sounds bad to you, it's shitty."
Here's the thing about Trump...he's so thoroughly inferior in every way possible that bashing him gives going after the low-hanging fruit a bad name.
Cool that you're going to be able to take advantage of Chicago summer this year...ENJOY!
Trying to find that bath salt discount code
Once again your entertaining movie reviews are spellbinding enough to make me consider rewatching the entire series, something I would not have considered 10 minutes ago. A remarkable feat in spite of the fact that I initially misread a sentence & thought it said, “the death of Ilsa at the hands of The Entity’s human golfer,” which momentarily sent my brain awhirl with a vision of Individual #1 intentionally plowing over ex-wife #1 at hyper speed in his Little Deuce Coupe of a golf cart, sending her flying like a rag doll into her pre-dug grave at Trump National Golf Course in Bedminster, New Jersey.
Man. I seriously could have used your movie synopses eons ago, when I was supposed to be at the movies, but was actually fornicating with the guy I didn’t know would one day be my husband. I used to have to try to plausibly vaguely describe “the movie that we saw,” to my mother when I got home, which was difficult to do when I only knew the title. Especially when I was still in the afterglow of guilt-ridden premarital sex.
Onward & downward… I am issuing a clarion call to Chief of Staff Susie Wiles, “Please prevent your addled ward from traveling overseas, to spew his idiocy across the globe in person. If you must, lock him in his McDonald’s boxcar with a case of Sharpies & a ream of maps, where he is free to rename all the land masses & bodies of water & alter the projected paths of hurricanes with the increasingly frantic strokes of his pen.”
I mean. If he can’t bother to learn or remember the names of the world leaders who he is imploring to finance his self-enrichment, make him a set of fucking flash cards. What kind of lunatic looks a man in the eye & essentially signals “I’m gonna call you ‘the leader,’ because I can’t tell you people apart, since you all look the same to me.”
I don’t know why I keep cringing, this is the same fool who described a hurricane as “big water, ocean water” & “extremely wet from the standpoint of water.” Not only can he no longer pretend to masquerade as “presidential,” he can’t even pretend to be human.
My highlight of this week’s cringe-worthy moments was hearing Senator Foghorn Leghorn (aka John Kennedy) express his alarm at the president’s “deal making,” with the unbelievable sound bite “Trust in God, but tie up your camels,” which will now be rattling around in my brain for the foreseeable & non-foreseeable future.
Jesus H. Christ, help us all. 🙄
(I’m gonna need a bigger eye roll emoji.)
As Igor said in Young Frankenstein, "Could be worse, Could be raining."
True. And the entire planet has already witnessed the unfortunate circumstance that Trumplethinskin’s hairdo does not stand up to inclement weather & that he harbors a particular resentment toward umbrellas, given his inability to successfully operate them.
How much better would his speeches be if someone switched the background music from YMCA to the “Young Frankenstein” rendition of “Putin’ On The Ritz.” (Pun intended.) At least it would provide a plausible excuse for his inarticulation.
OH WOW. Can’t wait to see MI and that robot scares the crap out of me!! Once again a class of it’s own…your mind is amazing
I agree. Absolutely.
But just a heads up, Imma keep goin’ for the low hanging fruit (Ew.), mostly because I’m too uncoordinated to reach for the top of the tree without falling over.