Yeah right, yeah right. Your left hand is telling me (via sign language, obviously) that you couldn't give three shits about this movie, while your right hand is jacking off in anticipation to seeing this movie in May.
C'mon Jeremiah, you know you're toooootally excited.
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Yeah right, yeah right. Your left hand is telling me (via sign language, obviously) that you couldn't give three shits about this movie, while your right hand is jacking off in anticipation to seeing this movie in May.
C'mon Jeremiah, you know you're toooootally excited.
J, it's ok to like something that boasts overwhelming mass popularity. you don't have to be ashamed!
And if you truly don't give three shits, please feel free to borrow three of the thousands of shits I give... lol - that sounds gross...
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