The latest Hollywod blockbuster V for Vendetta immediately follows the events of the cancelled, but beloved TV show U for Underpants. It continues the wacky adventures of bumbling detective V (played by Robin Williams) as he extracts himself from sticky situation after sticky situation with his wit and luck.
Aided by his trusty sidekick Squancho (played by Adam Sandler in a surprisingly sensitive role), V (which we learn during the course of the movie stands for SPOILER WARNING!: Very Retarded), V uncovers a plot that will forever change the face of movies! And cows!
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I’m writing to you because I’m so depressed. Life just isn’t turning out the way I thought it would.
First of all, I haven’t been getting much sleep lately.
I like sleeping face down, but that presents a problem because I have an unusually large cock. It keeps puncturing my bed (I own a waterbed because no other bedding material can relax me so). Before, I would just buy waterbeds everday to replenish my supply. But since that had become tedious, I simply bought all the waterbed stores and their respective companies in the country just so I wouldn’t have to keep on withdrawing money from one of my several Swiss bank accounts.
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In the old days, deciding on whether or not to watch a movie is easy. As long as it had explosions, car chases, naked breasts, and/or Bruce Willis, then it’s going to get the proverbial thumbs up from men everywhere. Take Die Hard for example. It had everything except car chases, and thus it was good.
Fortunately, the “no car chase” flaw was quickly dealt with in the sequel where John McClane YIPPY KA YAY MOTHERFUCKER’ed a whole airplane right straight to hell. Some stupid readers (sorry, I meant “smartly-challenged” or “retardedly-retarded” or “most women”) might ask “What does blowing up a plane have to do with car chases?”
Well I’ll tell you. Think of the plane driving The Car of Getting Whup-Assed. Then imagine the motherfuckin’ flame that came out of John McClane’s motherfuckin’ lighter that explodified the plane to be driving The Car of Bad Assed-ness that’s chasing the “other car” through the Streets of Awesome. Get it now?
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