I'll name that movie in one...
"Well let me see,...where do i begin. My father was a relentlessly self improving boulangerie owner from belgium wiht low grade narcalepsy and a penchant for bugary. My mother was a 15 year old french prostitute named chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark....and sometimes would accuse chestnuts of being lazy... Its the sort of general malaise that only the genies posess and the insane lement. My childhood was typical, summers in rangoon, luge lessons..in the spring wed make meat helmets. When i became insolent, i was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard.....really. At teh age of 12 i recieved my first scribe. At 14 a verostrean named Wilma Rituallistically shaved my *********. There really is nothing like a shorn *******, its breathtaking, i suggest you try it....... ahh thats all the time we have for today."
Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, ******' *** off. He's a tight-***. He's a sadist. He's an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never.


