Let me get this out of the way first. Thank the lord for creating me into such a repulsive loser that nobody wants to date and/or marry. I have nothing to fear from the heart eye killer.
He asked her if she went to med school cause she could handle a pair of tweezers? I pluck the curlies from my undercarriage every couple weeks, I guess that means I can change my letterboxd name to Dr. Movietramp now.
The killer…
Poem from Levi to Drasa
"Orbital Hypertelorism"
Two strangers meeting in the most unlikely of circumstances, prepared for a year of isolationism and slapping around the ham, until one day when we shared a glance, love at first sight, I zip lined my way to a certain death across the gorge to smash, we fought tree mutants and got separated from each other, I felt a piece of me die, I laid in bed and cried, then fate brought us back together, thy love with the widely spaced eyes.
Why do I keep doing this to myself? Since this movie blew the fat blubber nuggets it had me daydreaming and reminiscing about the time I had a pool growing up in Florida, which in turn reminded me of another maneuver I had for giving myself the business. "The spider man". I would cling to the side of the pool wall and let the pool jet hit my meat just at the right angle. Back to this movie though, so…
