I want those five hours of my life back
Ok, let me get my unadulterated rage out of the way...so don't scroll down if want to keep your sanity.
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WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING HELL WAS THAT!?!?! FUCKING GOD DAMN CATS JUMPING AROUND LIKE MOTHERFUCKERS, SO FUCKING POINTLESS AND FILLS ME WITH HATE AND CONTEMPT FOR THE WHOLE WORLD!! I HATE FUCKING CATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahem, alright, now we can get down to why I hated this stupid, stupid, stupid play. First off, what the hell happened to the plot?! Was it eaten by a giant dinosaur or did some kind giant apocalyptic meteor come from the gates of hell and destroy it? There was no plot! I mean, I sat there, waiting for something that resembled a plot to come. I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited...then a cat flew away on a spaceship and the play ended........HKLJ@KH$L@%LG%GK@G$:K#HLK$LKJL!?!?!?!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?
Ok, I not even going to think about why there was no plot anymore, just too...damn...POINTLESS!
Alright, I'm ok. Amazingly enough, that wasn't the worst part of the play. Oh no, the worst part was when they came out dressed like...cats!?! WHAT THE HELL?! I mean, just, WHAT THE HELL!? What kind sin against God is this?!! Men dressed in cats suits prancing around and singing like a bunch of...JUST GOD DAMN WHAT THE HELL!!!!
The whole experience of seeing CATS is like putting you hand on an extremely hot stove. The first you reaction you have is "OH MY GOD, WHAT HELL DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!!!" Then, it just destroys all functions of your hand, just burning and destroying and unimaginable pain, leaving you with pile of burning flesh and rage. Ok, now just replace "hand" with "brain" and this is basically what it's like.
In short, I hope Andrew Lloyd Webber dies a horrible, excruciating death, hopefully involving pointy objects flying into his skull repeatedly, over and over.
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WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING HELL WAS THAT!?!?! FUCKING GOD DAMN CATS JUMPING AROUND LIKE MOTHERFUCKERS, SO FUCKING POINTLESS AND FILLS ME WITH HATE AND CONTEMPT FOR THE WHOLE WORLD!! I HATE FUCKING CATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahem, alright, now we can get down to why I hated this stupid, stupid, stupid play. First off, what the hell happened to the plot?! Was it eaten by a giant dinosaur or did some kind giant apocalyptic meteor come from the gates of hell and destroy it? There was no plot! I mean, I sat there, waiting for something that resembled a plot to come. I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited...then a cat flew away on a spaceship and the play ended........HKLJ@KH$L@%LG%GK@G$:K#HLK$LKJL!?!?!?!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?
Ok, I not even going to think about why there was no plot anymore, just too...damn...POINTLESS!
Alright, I'm ok. Amazingly enough, that wasn't the worst part of the play. Oh no, the worst part was when they came out dressed like...cats!?! WHAT THE HELL?! I mean, just, WHAT THE HELL!? What kind sin against God is this?!! Men dressed in cats suits prancing around and singing like a bunch of...JUST GOD DAMN WHAT THE HELL!!!!
The whole experience of seeing CATS is like putting you hand on an extremely hot stove. The first you reaction you have is "OH MY GOD, WHAT HELL DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!!!" Then, it just destroys all functions of your hand, just burning and destroying and unimaginable pain, leaving you with pile of burning flesh and rage. Ok, now just replace "hand" with "brain" and this is basically what it's like.
In short, I hope Andrew Lloyd Webber dies a horrible, excruciating death, hopefully involving pointy objects flying into his skull repeatedly, over and over.