Two bolts in his neck and he’s good to go for Halloween.
Seriously, when is his butchering of the Frankenstein story going to make the silver screen.
Something tells me he sees bare feet.
“Okay, where is the open sandals bar?”
“Bring out the Thai Ladyboys!”
You know this fucker has a sex dungeon.
-So “Pulp Fiction” was at least part-documentary?
Gonna get me some feets to sniff!
Fame, money, critical recognition – and yet, every morning he’s gotta look at that fucking face in the mirror.
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