To try and get my mind off the incident at the robots and the ridicule I am due to receive at the beach, I thought I would relax and read something. Having been through my Asian porn collection a thousand times I wanted something new. But those are the only magazines that I own. But lucky for me, I found the Sunday Times magazine from yesterday. So I got to Barry Ronges “Spit n’ Polish” column and he was saying what a busy time the end of the year is, especially for himself, trying to fit the work of 8 weeks into a production period of two weeks. He then delivers this pearler right to the core of my brain. I can actually feel my medulla oblongata throbbing right now. Or is that my cerebellum?
He says “Thus it was that, in pursuit of delivering topical film reviews, I found myself watching eight movies in five days, three of which involved three bad actors doing banal (What the fuck?) comedy while wearing Santa Claus suits. In addition, there were singing penguins, a chatterbox spider and a film about suburban life in
Well fuck me sideways with a railway track! Bazza let me know where you getting your crack cocaine from, it sounds hectic! Let’s start at the beginning and try dissect this article one piece at a time.
Eight movies in five days? Bazza that does not take any energy whatsoever, and you have plenty of energy reserved in that tyre around your mid section. I watched eight movies once just by bunking school for a day and I did not even break a sweat. You never cease to amaze me.
Why the use of the word banal? Oh you devil you! You just wanted to slip the word “anal” into your column! Clever boy!
And then the most disturbing piece: “whose only sympathetic character is the town paedophile” So that means you sympathise with him I take it? You sympathise with a kiddy fiddler? Bazza that should dock you on
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Hehe. Not the most normal guy in SA entertainment is he.
Barry Ronge is a pompous twat. I once read an article why he thinks the world needs another great flood (like the one with the ark and all the animals). He basically put it across that he, and he alone, is God's representative on earth. Tut tut Barry, I happen to believe the world might be a better place without your inane yakking.
I conclude by making it very clear that SINGING PENGUINS KICK ASS.
Fuck, I'm the minority, I think Ronge rocks. Sure his style is a tad pompous, at least he has identity though. His reviews are generally spot-on as he works them from the angle of the intended audience and not his own taste, a trap too many reviewers fall into.
Banal was the right word for what he wanted to say, and I don't see how you got him sympathizing with kiddie fiddlers, but hey, that's just me.
Sadly bro, I thought the best writing in the whole post was the Ronge clip you pasted...!
Who the fuck are you gaylords? I bet you like teabags too, I've got two nice salty ones for you poo pirates right here...
I know I swear like a fucking trooper but try keep the language semi-decent-ish guys, shot. The man who writes all this fine rubbish.
rich...! you're a tit.
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