I'm not saying that shows like South Park aren't incredibly hilarious and effortlessly brilliant (Cartman makes me produce trace amounts of urine and sebum, then project them at nearby material - often the lining of my pantaloons) and it is, in fact, brilliant that they like to push it a bit too far. But they have on occasion offended me. And that's when they crossed the line! No shitty cut-out calls me stuffy and lives to be preserved. South Park are on The List! THE LIST! (see later writing to confirm what The List is). Joe Alemzadeh.
For those of you who are reading and know not of which i next speak, pay attention, for your lives may hinge on it. The following is an advert from Bristol's current leading Vigilante:
What up? A word here from The Chef, Bristol's best (only) super hero since spider-man and Cat-woman made fiery love in a giant bathtub. (see episode #47) Just to say, anyone in peril, gimme a buzz. I'm open all hours before 10ish and would love to hear from you. Promise I will solve your problem whoever or whatever it may be.
That was The Chef, coming across a bit too Caponey for my liking, but there you go, that's kids these days, always "whacking" each other. Search him on Facebook if you must. His last name is Justice. Drop the "The". Anyway, onto the less stupid portion of my blog. I am now going to write 2 film reviews for the price of one. Or the price of two, anyway it doesn't really matter because both prices are NOUGHT PENCE. Literally no one is paying me for this. I do this every week or so and for what? What?! Anyway here's your stupid gay review:
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