With Wit, Reviewed By Kimmo Mustonenen
Son of a bitch.
Damn you, Mayans.
I, and the Earth, have lived to see what we wish the seeing of would not have happened.
Why not the end?
Sometimes the end is better than the being. But no.
My eyeballs have made my brain see “The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn – Part 2“. Electric Boogaloo.
That would have been the cool.
Odin. I have always been in service.
Oh, God of Cargo, I follow.
Since you were on the tree Yggdrasil attached to find the truth, to now.
But the pain.
Oh, Odin, the pain.
My eyes have been rubbed in shit. And that shit is “ The Twilight Saga: Breaking blah blah blah blah blah blah“.
If this is for your interest for the reading there are many things:
1) I love this shit. Like the film Kimmo, like me, or you will the for the stalking like my 75 cats do to the poor back yard birds (this is for middle-age Twi-Fraus).
2) I love this shit. Like the film Kimmo, like me, because this was the first time that my parts that make of me a girl gave me a squirm – whatever team. Best movie since “Citizen Kane” or “The Notebook” (teenage Twi-tards – sorry for making the Citizen Kane reference – your tiny brains explode like insignificant lady fingers).
3) I love this shit. Like the film Kimmo. If I disagree my girlfriend handjobs may cease immediately (the horror – poor boyfriends of crazy chicks liking this thing movie crap).
4) This is stupid. Damn bad CGI movie mess that makes the smart dumb, and the rest shake the head and reach for the Kossu (normal people).
Here is some plot.
After the birth of her daughter, Renesmee, Bella slowly adapts to his new life with the help of vampire Edward.
Feeling threatened by the birth of a new genre, the Volturi declare war on the family Cullen.
Wow! Wait, what?
Have there been worse films to let in my mind?
Of course, the first 500 movies of this franchise of suck.
“Freddie Got Fingered.”
Maybe that is the total. My brain reels. I wish for the end.
Odin, I hate for the being of the negative. But I knew.
The sweet smoke didn’t make things better.
The Kossu only brought sadness.
So, now, here we are. What more to say?
Two thumbs waiting for the end. For Ragnarok, if the Mayans cannot get their poop in order. Drooping down, waiting for the end.
At least this stream of shit is at an end (thoughts after visiting Acapulco – four days of hell – though Twilight was longer and hurt more).
You will see it if you want. If not, then not to see. Your minds are already in place for a decision. I cannot change that.
Kimmo Mustonenen – (Kimmo On Kino) – Behind The Proscenium
P.S. “Fringe” makes no sense. Yet I do not care in my mind. The Observers are well dressed. The future should be so cool.