Bubbler
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Why am I watching a relationship movie featuring Fisher Stevens? Why is HBO airing a relationship movie featuring Fisher Stevens?
I looked this movie up (Nina Takes A Lover, and no movie with that title should be sans nudity in its first five minutes) on imdb and it said there was male frontal nudity at some point.
Grandmother of all holy ****, if I even catch a glimpse of Fisher Stevens' manroot out of the corner of my eye, I might take a stroll on to the interstate just outside my room and headbutt a Peterbilt.
The one time, THE ONE TIME, I was going to purchase a pay-per-view movie (There Will Be Blood), my ****ing low-rent hotel doesn't offer it, and HBO has had one of those nights were they send some intern into the back of their warehouse to grab-ass at whatever they can get their hands on.
Some piece of tripe called Pathfinder was on earlier. I didn't know what the **** was going on. I seriously thought it was German, since there's, like, nine words of dialogue in it, and that it was some Wagner-ish sword-and-sorcerery epic about some dumb ass Teutonic tone poem passed down from old Swabian rune or something that I could give a **** about.
Turns out it was aboot Vikings ****ing up native Americans' **** in Newfoundland back in the Leif Ericsson day. It was filtered through that 300-ish prism that makes history safe for the testosterone-deficient.
Don't get me started on the fact that all of the gas stations in the city I'm in have those insipid plastic cups where your ice and soda mind-meld in the span of 10 minutes. ****.
At least I got to listen to AT40 on the way down here. No. 1 song? David Bowie's Let Dance!
I looked this movie up (Nina Takes A Lover, and no movie with that title should be sans nudity in its first five minutes) on imdb and it said there was male frontal nudity at some point.
Grandmother of all holy ****, if I even catch a glimpse of Fisher Stevens' manroot out of the corner of my eye, I might take a stroll on to the interstate just outside my room and headbutt a Peterbilt.
The one time, THE ONE TIME, I was going to purchase a pay-per-view movie (There Will Be Blood), my ****ing low-rent hotel doesn't offer it, and HBO has had one of those nights were they send some intern into the back of their warehouse to grab-ass at whatever they can get their hands on.
Some piece of tripe called Pathfinder was on earlier. I didn't know what the **** was going on. I seriously thought it was German, since there's, like, nine words of dialogue in it, and that it was some Wagner-ish sword-and-sorcerery epic about some dumb ass Teutonic tone poem passed down from old Swabian rune or something that I could give a **** about.
Turns out it was aboot Vikings ****ing up native Americans' **** in Newfoundland back in the Leif Ericsson day. It was filtered through that 300-ish prism that makes history safe for the testosterone-deficient.
Don't get me started on the fact that all of the gas stations in the city I'm in have those insipid plastic cups where your ice and soda mind-meld in the span of 10 minutes. ****.
At least I got to listen to AT40 on the way down here. No. 1 song? David Bowie's Let Dance!
