August 1, 2005
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Imagine you’re a deer, you’re drinking some cool crisp water with your little dear lips…then, BANG, a fuckin’ bullet rips your head open, and splatters your brain everywhere. Now…are you gonna give a shit what color pants the mother-fucker who shot you was wearing!
Saw Wonka last night…how creepy amazing was Johnny Depp. That was a big improvement from Gene Wilder, although the oompa-loompas left something to be desired. I hoped they’d take some of the retro-ness from the original. They also left out the “Burp Charlie, Burp” scene, and added in some Wonka family shots.
So…the only thing making life worth livable, is knowing that for under a grand, I could be in Israel by Wed. afternoon, exchanging my labors for life on a kibbutz. Let see what else I can concoct.
Comments (5)
oddly, i caught ‘my cousin vinny’ as well…
haha i love that picture!!!! bloukrans right??? I did the exact same bungee jump, but it was sunny when i went !
were you in SA studying? if so which school? I was at rhodes! i love it. keep in touch, we might have a lot more in common!
oh yeah IM me at lily178910 some time. cheers
dude if you’re going to quote my cousin vinny at least get the dialogue correct!
have i taught you nothing?
LOL “Would you give a fuck what kind of pants the sonovabitch who shot you was wearing?!”
I’ve thought about that before though. For instance, nobody, not even a deer, wants to be brained by some mufuh in a pair of fuschia-colored bermuda shorts.