A bleepin' tale of two Sin City reviews

Marv: I can't believe they resurrected me for this bleep...
That Yellow Bastard: Well, you're still intact, bleep. My head's pulverized, I've only got one hand and the other is pretty much useless since that bleeped bleep my bleepin' bleep! Marv: Quit your garbled bitchin', freak. We're here for a reason and the sooner I get away from your stinky bleep the better. TYB: Right. John Hartl of MSNBC, bleepin' bleep! Nice review! No, wait...you suck bleep, bleep. Did you even watch the film? *garble cough spit* BLEEP! Not only do you give out major plot points without warning, but you are entirely inaccurate and incredibly bleepin' stupid. Marv: "Elijah Wood as a lethal prodigy who apparently survives a beheading"? TYB: What, did you miss the day on non-linear narrative in critic college? Marv: That makes my blood boil...who sends the critic that hated "From Dusk 'til Dawn" to our dark domain? The bleepers are just asking for trouble. Take a page from our book and get a clue... TYB: Now, Kidd Kraddick, that bleep takes the little girl's panties. Genius move using yet another bleepin' TV theme to back a musical movie review of poorly written rhymes. My bleep can sing better! Marv: I actually thought it was funny, bleep bucket. TYB: That's because you are a two ton sack of bleep without any culture. Marv: Yeah? At least I have a bleepin' bleep...
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