Braaaappp!
There’s nothing quite like starting off your morning with a burp.
A big raucous growling *uuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrp*.
Ideally fueled by a luke warm diet coke.
Then pop into your car and while en route to hit traffic, carefully navigate your car over the fresh cat corpse that is smack dab in the middle of your lane. It’s not bloody & smeared yet. In fact, it looks like it’s napping there. Except for the fact that it’s in the middle of the road and we all know that cats, while capable of incredibly idiocy, really can’t be *that* stupid.
It seems a dishonor to the life that used to be there, to not try ones best to navigate around the body.
And then you burp again.
If that sounds like an odd moodswing? Try watching Monster’s Ball.
I’m not quite sure how to react to what I see as the obvious message of the movie.
No matter how completely fucked up, disfunctional, and tragically bleak your life is,
a good fuck will fix it up in a jiffy.
Oscar Winning Acting: Halle Berry, for her impecable and moving role as a sexy widow who’s husband was electricuted for being a cop killer, and mourning momma who’s son did *not* die of an insulin reaction from 48,000 hershey bars, but in fact was plowed down on a rainy night like the afore mentioned kitty, for her exceptional acting of orgasmic delight from getting some sweet loving and lapping from the compelling, but still not really that sexy, Billy Bob Thornton.
Sure. Yeah.
More moodswings in this movie than the MJ record breaking November PMS hurricane of 2001.
(Is my snark back yet? What do you think?)
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