Wyatt_Junker
08-07-2003, 12:09 AM
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I took a day off with the wife, before our second son(Wyatt) is born, to go see a movie.
Let's just say, if you like 'em bloody, this is like Gene Simmons spitting the stuff up on stage by the barrelfuls. Geoffrey Dahmer would've been proud. Count Dracula would've been front row, licking his lips and getting thirsty. That's how rare done this raw steak was. The more preferable word is 'gory'.
I had no idea.
Martin Lawrence referring to himself and Will Smith, at a Klanner meeting, guns pulled as, "Yeah, that's right. We're the bad nigras." And the blood started pouring from then on unabatedly. Tidal waves of blood. Tsunamis of blood. Blood El Ninos.
The car chase was insane. And it was preceded by a Miami gun battle which was preceded by, you guessed it, blood and bullets and more blood. Then, this was all followed up with massive shiny 'sploshuns in DTS. And all of this bookended by a few sexual ramifications here-n-there. Then, more bullets, s'more bombs and then...blood.
There's so much blood in this you could donate innumerable banks of it to the nation of Haiti for transfusions ad infinitum for the entire AIDS infested island and cure every man, woman and child. There's so much blood in BB2 you could surf on its shores using the discarded steel of totalled vehicles as your longboard. There's so much blood in this one, you could pile all the corpses into a gigantic heap and professional Mountain Everest climbers wouldn't be able to conquer it.
But, I think, you all get my point.
BTW// off-topic. When's school gonna start? My wife and I sit down and 4 punks in their late teens sit right behind me. And shore nuff, my seat gets whack, whack, whacked. I turn and tell 'em to lay off. But then, a popcorn kernel whizzes by my head. So then, I'm up, on my feet, leaning into 'em, warning 'em to knock the shit off or "I'll ****ing take all ****ing four of you right ****ing here before any of you ****ing morons has a ****ing chance to even get off a single ****ing blow." It worked! None of 'em made eye contact. They all shot straight up in their seats. But, I still got up with my wife and walked directly behind them and planted myself in their immediate blind spot for the remainder of the movie. I don't like it when I can't see my enemies.
I took a day off with the wife, before our second son(Wyatt) is born, to go see a movie.
Let's just say, if you like 'em bloody, this is like Gene Simmons spitting the stuff up on stage by the barrelfuls. Geoffrey Dahmer would've been proud. Count Dracula would've been front row, licking his lips and getting thirsty. That's how rare done this raw steak was. The more preferable word is 'gory'.
I had no idea.
Martin Lawrence referring to himself and Will Smith, at a Klanner meeting, guns pulled as, "Yeah, that's right. We're the bad nigras." And the blood started pouring from then on unabatedly. Tidal waves of blood. Tsunamis of blood. Blood El Ninos.
The car chase was insane. And it was preceded by a Miami gun battle which was preceded by, you guessed it, blood and bullets and more blood. Then, this was all followed up with massive shiny 'sploshuns in DTS. And all of this bookended by a few sexual ramifications here-n-there. Then, more bullets, s'more bombs and then...blood.
There's so much blood in this you could donate innumerable banks of it to the nation of Haiti for transfusions ad infinitum for the entire AIDS infested island and cure every man, woman and child. There's so much blood in BB2 you could surf on its shores using the discarded steel of totalled vehicles as your longboard. There's so much blood in this one, you could pile all the corpses into a gigantic heap and professional Mountain Everest climbers wouldn't be able to conquer it.
But, I think, you all get my point.
BTW// off-topic. When's school gonna start? My wife and I sit down and 4 punks in their late teens sit right behind me. And shore nuff, my seat gets whack, whack, whacked. I turn and tell 'em to lay off. But then, a popcorn kernel whizzes by my head. So then, I'm up, on my feet, leaning into 'em, warning 'em to knock the shit off or "I'll ****ing take all ****ing four of you right ****ing here before any of you ****ing morons has a ****ing chance to even get off a single ****ing blow." It worked! None of 'em made eye contact. They all shot straight up in their seats. But, I still got up with my wife and walked directly behind them and planted myself in their immediate blind spot for the remainder of the movie. I don't like it when I can't see my enemies.