This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
that post-apocalyptic smirk
Karl Urban has got that Stallone smirk down cold. I could hardly follow the plot and the mindless ultraviolence because I was transfixed by that DREDD smirk.
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