Folks, it's all very well going on about pure logic and how the universe is ruled by logic and the harmony of numbers, but the plain fact of the matter is that we are manifestly traversing space on the back of a giant turtle and the gods have a habit of going around to atheist's houses and smashing their windows.
I release a demonstration with the optimism that its nuanced comedic presentation will inspire subsequent proclivity to incorporate it within a roster of acquisition.
Rein's Deli for dinner later tonight with my oldest son, Liam
Potato Pancakes, a Reuben (either Pastrami or Turkey with extra dressing for sandwich dipping) and a Dr. Brown's Cream Soda (my one soda exception I make) - oh yeah!
OK, a serious and burning question: why do we have sex scenes in so many films to begin with?
Like, I came here to see a sci-fi film about time-traveling murderbots. Why is there 30 seconds of moaning and bad softcore erotica in the middle of my cybernetic murder spree? I'm sitting there awkwardly and thinking to myself: Mr. or Mrs. filmmaker, what exactly do you want me to do?!
I know it's a part of life, but we don't show the protagonist picking their nose or taking a dump. Why not just stick to wholesome murderbots?
I may not be able to make the @GreatestTrek Tour when it comes to Seattle this week but I can still use promo code "scarves" and enjoy life like a #FoD is intended to. #FriendsOfDeSoto#IYKYK