(2010)
Dir: Sylvester Stallone
WOO, FUCK YEAH!
Listen up, bitches. It’s Friday fucking night. You’ve had a long, hard day fixin’ motors and pumpin’ iron in the gym. Gotta’ get those guns as big as possible right? YEAH! So whaddya’ do in the evenin’? You know when you go home at night you’re gonna have that fine ass bitch of a girlfriend just waitin’ for you to rock her world. She’s gonna have some shepherd’s pie! WOO! Some beers! WOO! But before all that, drive you big fucking car or even bigger fucking motorbike, rev that engine so loud that bitches bra blows straight off, and get yourself down to the cinema to see Sylvester fucking Stallone, Jason fucking Statham, Mickey fucking Rourke, Bruce fucking Willis, Arnold fucking Schwarzenegger, Jet fucking Li and more guys with big arms and even bigger guns. They’re beating the shit out of foreigners and bastards in suits who try to steal governments. Fuck yeah!
These geezers are so fucking ‘ard they play knife throwin’ games with each other for fun! They’re so ‘ard they beat the piss out of woman beatin’ pricks who mess with their property A.K.A potential girlfriend! And they are so Goddamn fucking bad ass that they even take on the WWE’s own ‘Stone Cold’ Steve Austin!
Goddamn, I feel like I’ve just had a steroid injection directly into my brain. I need to shag some bitches, leave, beat up some pussies, and then blow some shit up. I have no emotions other than RAAAAAAGE! Feelings? What the fuck are they? Somethin’ that bitches have. Goddamn, woman, you need to be in the kitchen makin’ my shepherd’s pie!
Yeah, that’s what you call a Friday night. Anyone ‘oo isn’t ‘ard ain’t welcome though. “Ooh look at all the blood.” Pussy.
** / *****
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