No willy wonka...No Indiana Jones...this is blasphemy! This is Madness!
Boo, no aliens!
I do think Aliens would be crossing the line. Even in a world were the Ark burns off people's faces, People can tear hearts out without killing, and a Knight of the First Crusade was still alive.This is why I don't post here more than what.. fifty times a year? I'm always too exhausted to point shit like this out. Re-blech-a is apparently always too exhausted to think about shit long enough to arrive at basic conclusions like this.
Indy: Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?
Sam Jackson: Deadly Mother Fucking Asps! You go first mother fucker.
And he's right. Someone should sit you down and make you watch these, but not me. I'm too far away and have yet to make it through a whole film at home with a girl.
And he's right. Someone should sit you down and make you watch these, but not me. I'm too far away and have yet to make it through a whole film at home with a girl.
Jesus bitch-shitter. ::) I can't fucking stand when a woman tries to interrupt a movie or something with me to start getting all "Aphrodite" with my Aries-parts. If I wanted to fucking make out, then I'd try to make the fucking shit out with you, not take you to a fucking movie. Shit! :blink:
Everyone's got a couple of big fucking flags that let you tell yourself that it isn't going to work out, and these special no-no traits don't always manage to make sense to anyone else. Untimely feel-up-ons are one of those things to me.
Yes. Clearly my ability to dismiss prospective relationships based on distinct idiosyncracies about personality preferences is indicitave of my inexperience with sexual exchanges.
*cough, cough* Sorry..... :puke:
What I meant was:
I think you're leaning towards my ass!!!! :goddammit: