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Can't see to type... Must... breathe...
Aug. 28th, 2005 11:39 pmI suppose it is just barely possible that one or two of you may not quite be up with the very cri de coeur, the je ne sais quoi, the fer de lance, as it were, of the world of cinema. So perhaps you were not aware that soon (but not soon enough for some of us*), coming to a theater near you**, is Samuel L. Jackson starring in...Snakes on a Plane. The plot, you ask? What are these metaphorical snakes, what is this symbolic plane? No, it's SNAKES! On a PLANE! Try to keep up!
Go. Enjoy.***
Motherf**kin' snakes! On the motherf**kin' plane! Motherf**ker!
*I lie like a rug here. There is no way I am seeing this on even a 3" portable TV screen that has been smeared with Vaseline while not wearing my contacts. Yeah, I'll be seeing this right after my "Arachnophobia" marathon.
**I lie twice. It's actually summer 2006.
***Warning for the faint of heart: Contains link to screen shot of actual plane. Also snakes.
Go. Enjoy.***
Motherf**kin' snakes! On the motherf**kin' plane! Motherf**ker!
*I lie like a rug here. There is no way I am seeing this on even a 3" portable TV screen that has been smeared with Vaseline while not wearing my contacts. Yeah, I'll be seeing this right after my "Arachnophobia" marathon.
**I lie twice. It's actually summer 2006.
***Warning for the faint of heart: Contains link to screen shot of actual plane. Also snakes.
