Nov 02, 2013 20:52
Sitting here watching Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom drinking my calimondon lemonade. I made it last night and let it soak overnight. It's a bit sour, but damn good. I used splenda, it took a tonne of it to make it sweet.
Oh, look, they've reached that scene where the sheiks in the mine car went flying over. Does that mean they were driving under the influence because they were definitely three sheiks to the wind?
Comeon, let them have Short Round. They just want to let him fall into that pit of lava.
Yeah, right, I believe that whiny chocha could punch a guy hard enough that he'd go flying. Sure, and the graphics on this movie really held up well. *rolls eyes* Why was this achy vage in this movie again? Oh, yeah, she was fucking the director.
Now, I am going to special Hell because I want to read some Mutt/Indy fic from the 4th movie. Oh, internet, why must you indulge my perversions?
Well, I thought this woman on this commercial looked respectable and beautiful, until I saw her shirt was designed so that top buttons had way too much material to ever close and thus gave her boobs ample space to hang out. Basically, it was a slutty version of a button up peekaboo top without even trying to hide the fact it will show your breasts. "OH, these old things? I've had them for a while...Ooops, they popped out. How did that happen?" *jiggle*
stupid this