Another threat on feminine innocence that must be stomped into the dusty road.

Neither Rodriguez nor Miller want to bother to much about the whys or the wherefores. As long as we know how depraved these bastards are, that's all that matters.

When it all came to a close, I think what happened was I put my head back and closed my eyes for a time. I could feel the spiders disintegrating back there, and can only hope that when I got up and left, the camera didn't linger on the empty seat, only to reveal some sort of spider nest and a buncha tell-tale signs that holy fuck, they crawled right back into his head, the sneaky bastards.

Certainly it would be an especially distressing turn of events, like last night when I was looking for the DVD of The Blue Planet, and found Andrew Lloyd Webber sitting behind the box set of Sopranos Season Two.

I got that fucker out there in the blink of a Gungan whisper, is the truth of the case.

And none of that is anywhere near as surreal as the moment in Sin City when Marv is sitting in the confession box and the priest says "Rourke?"

I think I fairly shat myself right there, but then no, wasn't what you thought. But still, the question lingered for a time; "Had that priest seen Rumblefish? Did he recognize Mickey?"

Hopefully the sequel will clear this all up so as I can forget the fuck all about it.

Thanks folks.

Thanks Kirsten, you're my Dame To Kill For, except I wouldn't, cause you wouldn't want that sort of thing going on in Your Name.

The Duke resides at Mondo Irlando

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