Just no.
I warned you, Abrams. There is going to be hell to pay.
If you can't figure out what's wrong with this, we're not friends anymore. Don't expect a handmade Christmas present.
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One woman's search for fame and fortune that does not include beheading or sleeping with men who don't brush their teeth.
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- Some of you won't get this.
- Experiencing technical difficulties. Please stand...
- 10 reasons why I'm awesomer than you
- Love is a tiny, jittery primate.
- NO.
- Stella prefers to smell like herself, thank you.
- Science Rules! as Bill Nye would say
- And now the melody haunts my reverie...
- Cool! I was there!
- In which our heroine carries a metaphor much too far.
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uhm. Wow. That's almost as bad as Star Wars episodes I-III.
ReplyDeleteIf Gene Roddenberry had a grave, he'd be spinning in it.
ReplyDeletethis is not the way to start the morning. Fresh faced punks
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