Monday, September 5, 2011
Words aren't enough
I don't think there are enough words for "worst" in all the languages of all the worlds in the whole universe, including the languages of the angels and devils and fish and llamas and pugs to describe how HARD people should have fought against the production of this movie. Like. It's. Ok. Here's the deal, I feel like I'm watching a really terrible youth group liturgical dance that some drunk people thought they should film.
I watched a 2.5 minute clip and I'm already ready to puke. Not just puke, like ate-a-whole-raw-chicken puke. How many First Fridays is it going to take to undo this.
I picked the wrong day to stop drinking.