So I killed a hooker last night. Haha, whoops.
I didn't really plan on killing "her" at all. It just sort of happened that way. You know when you're in the moment, and everything just sort of blurs around you? I think they call it 'Rage'. Yeah, that's it. I was in a delicious Rage.
So I'm in my Rage, right, and the hooker is pouring Worcestershire sauce on my scrotum, and I say to myself, "Do you know what would make this night perfect? If I just fucking murdered someone."
Oh, I saw Horton Hears a Who, as well! Good movie. He hears that who for sure. I think they're really on the ball with these animated 3D flicks.
Hey, Pixar! Where the fuck is Incredibles 2, huh? What the EFF.