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January 31, 2005



Somethin' smells funky in them old gym socks. She was the only reviewer (of 75) that gave ALONE WITH UWE BOLL IN A SMALL ROOM WITH A GUN THAT HAS NO BULLETS TO END YOUR PAIN AND SUFFERING WITH a review which was not deemed "indecent garbage".

She seems to like trash though. Lots and lots of trashy trash that goes to camp, or something. Camp-fulls of trash.

Smell the flowers, baby.


Her second favorite film of 2003? Out of the hundreds and hundreds of films released?


No, seriously.

As Stan Lee would say, "'Nuff said."


Here's where we find out if John Rogers is reading my blog.

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