There's going to be a movie regarding El Busto. I'll just go ahead and send you over to With Leather for this one. I refuse to let the mention of his name ruin my glorious season. Should be funny, though, in a, "Remember that time we got drunk and you shot me in the hand with a nail gun" way. Maybe I'll watch it in 50 years or so.
Updated to add that CJ is a meanie. Check his comments if you don't believe me.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
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I read about this on Friday and watched the little teaser. Needless to say, on my way home I stopped by the pet store that shares it's name with a local sports park here in town and bought three kittens. I put them in a burlap sack with a #16 jersey soaked in gasoline, lit it on fire and threw it from the Coronado Bridge. That should be enough to thwart the awfulness of that potential curse of a film.
That ugly little fucker has blood on the brain. Look at him, if you ask me, I'm doing the world a favor by ridding it of these bloodlusting fiends.
Notre Dame gets a movie about Rudy, Eagles get a movie about that "Invincible" guy (I don't know his damn name) and what do we get? What will our first foot ball movie be? Fouts? Bambi? Of course not. Ryan Leaf is our gift. A gift that keeps on giving.
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