September 2nd, 2004
All boys should watch this so that they can find out what girls – especially feminists – want from men. I mean it. Forget nonce-boys like Noah Wyle and Orlando Bloom. I must be gay, though, ’cause the millionth time pug-faced Ruffalo said “pussy” I was praying for Richie Gecko to come and kick fuck out of him. He’s not the sensitive brute housewives dream of as they browse for plumbers. The only reason he keeps burying his salty ‘tache in Ryan’s stringy minge every five fucking minutes is because she looks like a giant chicken wing. Everything looks like it’s drenched in sweaty pee, but other than that, it’s the same as The Piano. Chocolate box crinoline crowbarred in. Swarthy but tender alpha-male with calloused hands unlocks gazelle-like, educated introvert’s moth-eaten chastity belt. Severed Extremities. The murder victims, Ruffalo repeatedly tells us when he’s not saying “pussy”, have been disarticulated. “What’s disarticulated?” Ryan asks, again and again. This fucking film is. P.S. Mark Ruffalo’s mate did it.
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I can’t resist telling you that there’s a secret surprise in the “Piano” link.
In the Cut – UnUncut.
meg:teachfapscreamshoot
cop:smoulderswearpiss
baddy:looklikeyoudiditdoitdie
Feminists want me to cut them up into little bits and sprinkle their body parts across the city? All this time I’ve been keeping my hobby secret, and it turns out I’m a 21st century Don Juan.