I've decided that June 20th will be the day my gorgeous, spiraling lady locks will meet their demise. Yes folks, it's time. In September of '06 I vowed to not cut my hair until nipple contact was reached. It looks like my vow will be honored; for in a few months, my nipples will start to see black rain from above. No longer will the comparisons to Jesus Christ (the Superstar) be abound. On a side note, riddle me this--if Jesus would have lived until age 87, what year would he have died? Answers must be given in A.D. form.
This of course brings us to the upcoming "10000 B.C." flick/travesty. I will inevitably be dragged to this movie, kicking and screaming--not unlike a caveman being trounced by a really lame, computer-generated woolly mammoth...or saber-toothed tiger. Take your pick. Either way, it'll be like yawning your way through an unwatchable ice-aged Star Wars prequel--only, this movie will be the prequel to all other horrible, special effects-driven disasters directed by Jerry Bruckheimer. Although, the question must be asked. What would Jerry B. have done with the Star Wars prequels? Or better still, what would Jesus have done?
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