but it seems to me that the less time they have to prepare for them, the less wretched the Oscars are.
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The only way it could not be wretched is if they cancelled it altogether.
I like Miller’s Crossing very very much. Sorry it didn’t win.
I almost enjoyed it right up to the point where that gleenwaldian mockumentary filmaker, flanked by his amazonian lesbian bodyguards, got in front of the microphone and started spewing loonwaffle moonbattiness. At which point, I proceeded to go all rock star on my hotel room. Which woke up the better half and my 6 yr. old, who did not understand why I was standing on the desk, pissing on the carcass of what was once a shitty TV. That made them mad, which made the night, and this morning, even worse than the day already was after purchasing washers and dryers – yes, plural. So, I blame Alex Gibney. Fucker.
24 hours have passed, and Alex Gibney is still a short, balding fucker, with ugly trendy glasses, and porridge for brains.
I mean, I really like his hot dogs. And the TV jingle still pops into my head every now and then.
Make the world a better place,
Kick Gibney and Caric in the balls.
I know, it doesn’t rhyme. That is the art of it.