Your Adaptation is Hurting My Asshole

It's a Meryl day!  Just as soon as I posted Chick Flick Haiku #8, Schlockhausen sent an email from the Tri-State Area.  Thanks Schlockhausen, your review of Adaptation made me shit...Twice:

 

What kinda bitch made this piece of shit? The kinda bitch who uses the fucking word 'meta' and orders decaf espresso and thinks, "Hey, I'm drinkin' espresso!" Bitch you're not drinking espresso you're drinking your espresso flavored lifestyle and washing it down with fuck, fuck and shit.  You know, the kinda bitch who thinks you give a shit about what they're talking about while you're yawning and thinking about getting drunker quicker just so the bitch's bullshit might go down slightly more easily. But it doesn't, because the bitch doesn't just talk, the bitch talks about what the bitch is talking about but never just talks. Talking about what you want to talk about and how you want to talk about it, that's what this bullshit is. Like a dog that takes a shit in your house, then eats the shit before you can clean it up, then throws the shit up but eats that too before you can clean it up, then throws that up too and wags its tail for approval.

Oh yeah and Nicholas Cage is just an asshole. 

 

Lovingly, Schlockhausen