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Clint Howards peripheral visio
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The Cyrus poster
Maybe it's just my monitor but Billy Ray looks like Helena Bonham Carter's Ladymonkey in the lesser Planet of the Apes. Marky Mark is surely stashed away in that lifeguard tower, lad in hand.

I'm just hungry, man,
let's go get some barbecue

Say the blasted title
All atrocious films are salvaged when a character utters the title in a contrived and supposedly meaningful way.

It is an absurd comment, especially for this film. Luckily the buffoon in question almost fell over stepping off a curb and I realised I had Marmite cheese in the fridge when I got home and all was well. I recommend this film highly, the nuns plummeting to earth was just absurdly funny until Silver Mt Zion came on the

Mister Lonely
is fantastic, a little ramshackle in places but I think that just adds to the overall intimacy of the film. It's very rare that I actually believe any Director who says they didn't think about the audience reaction to a film while they made it, but this really seems that way, and all 7 people who were in

And a 'bifter' means a serving of drugs, marijuana and MDMA most specifically, for those poofters who do wish to make a recreational visit to this sceptred isle.

Hipsterrr…
Nobody says Hipster in England. It's a fun word but to me it conjures images of thick haired, bowl cut-sporting twenty-somethings in white t-shirts and flares portraying the 'cool' teenage son hanging out on an astro-turf lawn in a 70s sitcom flashing his bleached-out teeth at the chicks as they cycle by

Fergie
I didn't think there'd be another Fergie I'd want to cunnilingle less than the chubby ginger ex-aristocrat but this urine-dampened sea creature wins that title.