Well first of all I’d like to say this was a jacked up movie to send me to. Noname you know my family raised goats! I told you that in confidence when we got drunk the other night! Now you use that information I gave you while I was crying?
And you send me to a movie called the men who stare at goats?! Listen Noname! When men stared at my Goat? I didn’t like it!
One time I saw some men staring at my goat? Later, I couldn’t find her!
I had to follow the pellets to a hotel room.
When I kicked in the door I saw her up on the bed surrounded by a bunch of Japanese business men in diapers.
You knew that Noname! Listeners get on my side against this story exploiter! He sends me to this movie knowing my history and I’m like if “I swear I see a goat on a bed! I’m coming back here with a knife!”
Thank god it was just George Clooney which is still a slap in the face but at least I’m not watching bestial-cinema.
And I gotta say this movie sucked worse than Paris Hilton in her only “sort of watchable movie.” What was it called “One night in Paris.”?
Ok so this stupid stupid movie is about the government trying to use psychics to fight a war. Stupid. The only thing stupider than the us military is psychics Ok? The Hollywood movie studios, geniuses that they are said “Hey let’s blend two crappy things psychics and the military and see if we have a reeses peanut butter cup situation.” Wrong! Wrong!
Basically this horrible movie is two long hours of Eeeeeewan Mc Gregor and George Clooney cruising through some desert almost getting killed every couple miles. Stupid! You’d think psychics could avoid situations like this right? I’m not even psychic and I avoid dying almost every day.
And I’m not gonna say it was a bareback moutainesque sort of thing but George Clooney has a huge mustache… Ok? It looks like a Turkish camels yamsack sought refuge on his upper lip.
Like I don’t get harrassed enough on the castro muni train. Now gays are gonna’ see George in that fat stache and be like “Hey looks like all the straight boys are getting bi-curious.”
And what’s up with all these comedy war movies these days? We’re in two wars working on a third with Iran. I don’t know if this is the time to be like “hey look it’s a charred Iraqi baby. Hardy har har.”
Why do I have to tell George Clooney this? He thinks just because he builds orphanages in Darfur he can just be a tool the rest of the time?
This movie is terrible. Worse than Gigli. And I ain’t talkin’ about the gigli in Katy’s shirt. You got my check Katy? Or how about you just flash me those elegant milk buckets and well call it even?
She did just flash me her milk buckets guys. Does that mean I don’t get the 20 bucks and free buffalo wing coupons?
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