Looks like the flood gates were opened with the last few posts. I apologize to most of you. Most. The others, and I say this with the deepest sincerity that I can muster, can blow me. Actually, no. Strike that. Your lips are not worthy of the greatness that is my penis. Relax... it's a joke. I swear.
I watched a movie called The Ringer last night and I was actually saddened at the fact that enough people thought the script was good enough to fund it, cast it, and produce it. The only thing that made it slightly enjoyable, and I mean only thing, was the presence of Katharine Heigl. She is the blond doc on Gray's Anatomy. Smokin' hot this chick.... where was I? Oh yeah.... The movie being a piece of shit that I would not even let my dog chew up for fear it would cause him to fall into a fit of vomiting where, instead of small chewed pieces of silver DVD, he would spew up big huge piles of shit. This guy fakes being mentally ill in order to fix the special olympics, falls for one of the councilor chicks, has an inner struggle over his feelings for her and his need to win the bet he made, eventually admits to being a fraud, and loses the girl. I will admit that it had funny moments and the acting by the mentally challenged cast was great. The end is the part that makes it shit. She forgives him after about two seconds of him apologizing and they live happily ever after. It is almost like the original script had her hating him forever and the studio threw this ending together at a bar a few hours before shooting it. It made me realize that I know plenty of characters in my life to write a good script. Hell... they'll make The Ringer, they should make mine.
