Monday, 7 April 2014
Divergent - simulation programme: hump me.
No,
seriously. Dude. Stop talking. Hump me.
I don't
care what your name is. Four, Jo-jo, Daisy. Whatever. Hump me.
I don't
care about your tattoos. Damn those factions, being only five, going only so
low… Just hump me.
Yes, I'll
lay in the chair. I'll hook my subconscious on you. I'll climb a rusty Ferris
wheel. Hump me.
Stop
staring at me, stop picking fights in the parterre, stop throwing knives at me,
stop asking me if I'm Dimwitted. Hump me.
Who cares
about all those famous actors, all those social subplots, both my parents
dying, my classmates trying to murder me and a total, total lack of any
coherent or intelligent narrative. Like what the fuck was with that train? They
have no electricity, but an empty electrical train continues to run around all
the time? But really who cares. Hump me.
I say ‘let’s
take it slow, cause I may die tomorrow, but virginity in adult girls is
important’, but really: hump me.
Hump me
now.
…
That’s
pretty much all I saw in that movie. A retarded actress mind-humping the shit
out of every scene she shares with a hot hottie from Golden Boy. It was the
only interesting thing about the whole experience (besides company and
popcorn.) Maybe scenery/landscape. But good gods, what budget on a story that
makes Twilight seem deep.
A taste of literature this movie is based upon:
Dude, for the love of god, just hump me already!
A taste of literature this movie is based upon:
Dude, for the love of god, just hump me already!
Game of Thrones is back..
... I can't help but thinking ...All the little girls wish, at some point, they were spirited away into some magical land of princes and dragons and fantasy adventure... Imagine your wish came true and you suddenly found yourself in the middle of Westeros..
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