Catching up on this current stream of Natter is kind of like being stuck in a Frank Miller comic. Hookers and blow, guns and whores, I'm the goddamn Batman ... see?
Wait, wait. This means Charlie Sheen ate Frank Miller's brain. Everything is clear, now.
I don't think Hathaway is funny in those ads and I heard Franco is a nightmare. So there. I'm cool.
As long as Franco doesn't hit me with his fists of fire and he keeps playing to my kinks, he's welcome to be whoever he is.
And I think Anne Hathaway is a doll. Not that I've really seen her in anything except the Oscar number with Hugh Jackman, BUT I LOVED HER and I'm not backing down from it. So there.
Anne Hathaway is super charming. She made some smart choices, too, to shed the Princess Diaries image.
James Franco is just a crazy hotass. Who sleeps with kittens on his legs, according to Twitter pictures. And that's fine with me.
In conclusion, hookers and blow.
In conclusion, hookers and blow.
THIS IS SPARTA!
I wonder what would happen if we locked Charlie Sheen, Mel Gibson, and Frank Miller in a room together?
I wonder what would happen if we locked Charlie Sheen, Mel Gibson, and Frank Miller in a room together?
Oh, I think we know the answer to that already.
I wonder what would happen if we locked Charlie Sheen, Mel Gibson, and Frank Miller in a room together?
It would be like the gingham dog and the calico cat [link]
wow I haven' thought about them for a long time
I wonder what would happen if we locked Charlie Sheen, Mel Gibson, and Frank Miller in a room together?
Something like a Quickening for Frank Miller, I imagine.