The followup to last year's smash hit, The Brawl, The Brawl 2: A song For Awesome Meaness , pulls no punches and pushes audiences to the threshold of any and all common decency that might happen to be left in the post Snakes on a Plane world.
"This movie ate me alive...and that's a big mothef#$$ing needle!", exclaims Moljr.
Friday, September 01, 2006
The Brawl 2: A Song For Awesome Meaness
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I hesitate to suggest that I don't fully understand the significance of 'the brawl' mini-series, but it certainly boggles the mind and kicks on the imagination as to what MIGHT have happened. Like, you got in a fight last year where you broke your hand, and now you've gone and done it again. Which raises all kinds of questions unanswered.
Regardless, the King's agent in the new Burger King commercials looks like you, Jesse. chelsea, I haven't seen any celebrities which remind me of you, but I'll keep looking. Balance must be maintained.
Don't you love how blogs make email obsolete?
So, fur real. Wha happen Jess? At first glance my gaze was directed at your eye since that's where your 2 unhurt fingers point. Then I quickly realized the bandaged hand was the point of the foto - I too was confused and concerned, and I must admit, repulsed. The above mentioned foto was a bit too close for my comfort. Step back from the camera my friend, step back.
One too many catcalls from a Dominican man directed towards your wife??? Geez jes, you've got to be careful on that baseball field!
Aaaah. I have stumped the good cardinal with my blogger identity. This is how I make "the Brawl 2" interesting!! Think man, think!!
ps - I thought your explanation to Sean was another exciting fib!
1.) in the excitement of seeing his writing again the cardinal jumped to the keyboard to leave a comment on the hamster's blog and jammed his fingers on the keys.
2.) one too many catcalls from a Dominican man directed towards you
I suspect a story involving a monitor lizard, a spider, and a dare suggested by the former manager of the Washington Isotopes...a dare revolving around ACE bandages.
That's as far as my imagination is willing to carry me today.
Who is going to flunking blog about Steve Irwin?
Are you all seriously going to sit back and let his passing happen as if he never existed at all?
Seriously, I don't know how to say this so that you receive it, but... you're one of the coolest guys I (sort of) know.
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