Damn it dudes, I just donīt have the time lately. My fingers are bleeding with the typing of various trite and unwieldy documents. Iīm typing this shitty article directly into the hollow, empty soul of this html code. And the story about the drunk teacher is just waiting to be printed. Itīs sitting there on the horizon, howling like a werewolf, scratching flesh and bits of mangy hair into the sunset...Damn, Iīd like to sit and have a drink with him.

Speaking of hairy werewolves....note the expert transition, Iīm a hell of a writer...I just got out of the shitty theatre watching shitty X-men III. Damn dudes, they drove the franchise into the dirt just like Jabba the Hutt trying to do a Cock Push up...I was so fucking disappointed. I mean...the film was BORING! How can a 3 hour special effects extravaganza be boring you ask? Well, when there isnīt a fucking story or any character development or any plausible or good writing, or a good sex scene with that blue chick (WTF, havenīt we been waiting for that sex scene for ALL THREE X-MEN movies?) the movie becomes....BORING!

The worst of it is that after all the promise of X-Men 2, which fucking rocked, we all had our expectations through the roof. But Bryan Singer jumpped the ship, the director, to do Superman, which also looks like shit frankly, but at least they are using the same music from the 1978 version, or whatever year it was. AS soon as Singer left, I knew X-men was fucked, and it turned out to be super hardcore, sans reach around anally hoplessly, diahrea pluggingly tagged....er... well, it wasnīt that bad I guess, but shit, what a let down in any case.

First of all, who is this fagotty guy with the wings? What kind of stupid super power is that? I mean, shit, Storm can fly, plus she can control the weather and she doesnīt have any stupid wings...Is this guy super strong or something, can he weave together a feather pillow really quick. Watch out, itīs angel winged guy, heīs going to weave together a pillow and beat the fuck out of you with it. And wasnīt it all so emotional when he was able to patch things up with his dad at the end and save him because of the mutant powers his father had always scorned? Christ, donīt make me puke. I mean the basic rule of character development is that you canīt just introduce a character just to show his problem and then not deal with him again until that problem is miraculously resolved. What about the STORY DUMBASS!

This just goes to show what a fucking crap shoot the whole world is. I mean, why is it that jerk offs who obviously know nothing about good scripts are in charge of giving the greenlight to horseshitly written pieces of crap scripts like X-Men III. And for those of you out there who are huge X-Men fans, donīt get pissed off at me. I like X-Men, Iīm not dissing the characters, Iīm dissing the assholes in suits who disrespected the characters by not putting them in a good movie. Some fucking harvard educated buisness prick decided he could plug your precious X-men into a formula and make himself a quick 20 percent profit on a 100 million dollar investment or something like that, with absolutely no regard to the franchise heīs pissing on to pay for his spoiled brat asshole sonīs future trust fund. Fucking Dick.

And just when the fuck are they going to make a movie all about Woverine? And how the hell do they kill off Xavier, and what the fuck are they taking away the mutant powers for? Talk about writing the franchise into a shitty corner. Maybe in the next episode of X-Men, all the characters can have their powers taken away and Woverine and Magneto can be running a Burrito joint in Philly...yeah, that sounds fucking great, dust off the dipshit kids college fund, letīs reinvest the bastard...we got a winner on our hands, a canīt miss...do it do it!!!!

And to think, nobody ever gives me a 100 million to fund my projects...fucking dipshits.

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