GOD'S ASSHOLE
Here he is, Mr. i'mafuckingpieceofshitwatchmepunctuatemyprayingwithalittlepontificatingbutmakenomistakei'm
apieceofshitohyesandsomemightevensayi'mproofgoddon'texistbutdon'tblamegodbecausemaybei'm
justarunofthemillfuckingliar.
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apieceofshitohyesandsomemightevensayi'mproofgoddon'texistbutdon'tblamegodbecausemaybei'm
justarunofthemillfuckingliar.
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It may not change the fact that he's an insensitive, ignorant, devious windbag, but it is actually one of the better (smarter?) things that he's said -- even if slightly-soiled by his stubborness and self-righteousness. I expected worse. (Of course, that doesn't mean that I didn't imagine an apocalyptic boulder smashing into his head.)
for this let us pray...
wait,
dr. julia hoffman? did your love for barnabas finally consume you? i never saw the end of that Dark Shadows series.
On a week's break from stalking barely-legal girls, Barnabas and I traveled to the future of 1995, where we were greeted by a grimmer-than-usual Collinwood and no haggard servant or odd, reclusive, spoiled family members to be found. (The stuttering more than kicked in.) After some investigating, Barnabas again fixated on some young girl that reminded him of some other young girl.... and, we discovered something about a curse put on the family in the 1800s. So, it was the right moment for either time travel, dimension skipping, or a flashback. (You know, I do this so often that I sometimes forget.)
Back in the 1800s, someone that looked like Barnabas and someone that looked like me (not that butch bitch Hoffman!) dealt with a dark room, an incorporeal being, and a family lottery. The End. We got canned.
In 2004, if WB would've picked up the pilot, I'm positive that Barnabas (Alec Newman) might've finally realized that he subconsciously craved me (wait for it...Kelly Hu!), not all those dimwitted girls in miniskirts. Too bad for him, because I just signed up for eharmony. And, with their scientifically proven matchmaking method based on 29 crucial dimensions, I just can't lose.
kelly who? ah the 29 dimensions of hell. i know them well. i find that success is far more likely at
http://www.lovebyrd.com. where adversity is a given and lowered expectations are universal. and isn't that true love in a nutshell?
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