fighting the urge to smack you in the face with a Toy Story VHS tape.
fighting the urge to smack you in the face with a Toy Story VHS tape.
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“This is for Rachel you big fat white nasty smelling fat bitch why you took me off the motherfuckin schedule with your trifflin dirty white racist ass you big fat bitch Oompa Loompa body ass bitch…” - Emma Harwood
This movie broke me. It wasn’t the arguments or the tears Adam Driver and Scarlett Johansson effortlessly shed throughout, what broke me were mundane things like a haircut, a food order, and a tying of a shoelace, things that happen around us every other day with out us possibly realizing the significance of such a simple act between two people who once shared a deeper bond.
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Mossimo to Laura: I will stalk, drug, and kidnap you, hop into your bed while you sleep and then into the shower as you shower, I will choke you and tie you up, and make you watch me get a blowjob so you can see what you’re missing out on, I’ll even fondle you a little, but I will NOT have incredible teleporting sex with you until I successfully “Stockholm syndrome” your ass and you fall in love with me, cause…