Had a rape kit done, and as always DNA evidence points to those rat bastard marketing executives in Hollywood who greenlight these violent assaults upon the tender nether regions of my most cherished memories.
Seriously, Hollywood? A fucking A-Team remake? IS NOTHING SACRED ANYMORE? And just to grind salt into the wound, you choose Del Taco---MY FAST FOOD SANCTUARY, HOME OF EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD---to do your merchandising tie-ins. This means every time I go for meaty, delicious Del Beef Burritos, I have to see your memory molestation like the altar boy up the street going into the confession booth.
I hate you, Hollywood. Right at the moment I'd like to drop Castle Fucking Bravo on the city of Los Angeles to wipe it off the map. A-Team. George Peppard's turning in his grave. Damn it all to hell.
(for discussion: What, if any, recent movies have elicited this reaction from you? I know I'm not the only Gen-Xer around here.)
Seriously, Hollywood? A fucking A-Team remake? IS NOTHING SACRED ANYMORE? And just to grind salt into the wound, you choose Del Taco---MY FAST FOOD SANCTUARY, HOME OF EVERYTHING GOOD IN THIS WORLD---to do your merchandising tie-ins. This means every time I go for meaty, delicious Del Beef Burritos, I have to see your memory molestation like the altar boy up the street going into the confession booth.
I hate you, Hollywood. Right at the moment I'd like to drop Castle Fucking Bravo on the city of Los Angeles to wipe it off the map. A-Team. George Peppard's turning in his grave. Damn it all to hell.
(for discussion: What, if any, recent movies have elicited this reaction from you? I know I'm not the only Gen-Xer around here.)