Yikes! Looks great if you're looking to write novels, grow reefer, and probably eventually perish at the hands of a horde of Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers. Does this place come with it's own live-in alien hunter? Is Ellen Ripley still out in space? I never saw Resurrection. Honestly, I have a lot of conflicting feelings regarding Winona Ryder. At present, I just want to punch Johnny Depp in the face when I look at her, and it's hard to concentrate on events onscreen when Johnny Depp has you in a rage, so I'm not currently actively giving consideration to her films as forms of viable entertainment for an indefinite period of time, to likely extend well past not just March of next year, when the new 21 Jump Street releases, but for several years after, anticipating a series of sequels that could forseeably see me driven deep underground in search of hungry monsters to start my new life first in the belly of a beast, and then proceeding be pooped out into hell, rather than continue to see his mug all over my favorite celebrity gossip websites for the next umpteen years, because he never smiles and people like that just bring everyone else down, you know? I'll tell you Johnny, the world doesn't need you, because the world still has John Stamos, and if god forbid he falls into a vat of acid, ...Grieco is Still out there.
It's a cool house, but I'm just worried about big nasties nesting in the silo breaking through to the main living quarters, and also falling on that granite step in the bathroom and hitting my head, if I was eating beefsticks in the tub and wasn't being careful getting out. You could lose your balance that way.
Yikes! Looks great if you're looking to write novels, grow reefer, and probably eventually perish at the hands of a horde of Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers. Does this place come with it's own live-in alien hunter? Is Ellen Ripley still out in space? I never saw Resurrection. Honestly, I have a lot of conflicting feelings regarding Winona Ryder. At present, I just want to punch Johnny Depp in the face when I look at her, and it's hard to concentrate on events onscreen when Johnny Depp has you in a rage, so I'm not currently actively giving consideration to her films as forms of viable entertainment for an indefinite period of time, to likely extend well past not just March of next year, when the new 21 Jump Street releases, but for several years after, anticipating a series of sequels that could forseeably see me driven deep underground in search of hungry monsters to start my new life first in the belly of a beast, and then proceeding be pooped out into hell, rather than continue to see his mug all over my favorite celebrity gossip websites for the next umpteen years, because he never smiles and people like that just bring everyone else down, you know? I'll tell you Johnny, the world doesn't need you, because the world still has John Stamos, and if god forbid he falls into a vat of acid, ...Grieco is Still out there.
ReplyDeleteIt's a cool house, but I'm just worried about big nasties nesting in the silo breaking through to the main living quarters, and also falling on that granite step in the bathroom and hitting my head, if I was eating beefsticks in the tub and wasn't being careful getting out. You could lose your balance that way.