Dinner for Schmucks...
The only really funny parts were with Zak and Carell trying to mindfuck with each other. It was more miss than hit for me. I think Zak needs his own vehicle to superstardom. A spinoff of this with Carell, anything. Rudd was lame and wishy washy as usual.
B-.
So I was surfing the net, thinking about all this deep ass shit. Or stonily thinking it was...
Until I finally thought it'd be a good time to share here.
By then I'm depleted. Nothing witty or silly.
It's one in the a.m.
I should be asleep. Just a few more...
Pshwoooooooop. Pshwoooooooooooooooooop.
Finishing off My Name is Earl.
I'm such a wild mofo.
Waiting for the phoenix to arise from these cigarette ashes...
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