Dish's trusted advisor deemed The Ugly Truth a Sh*t Sandwich. I tend to enjoy these mindless comedies though I loathe the Heigl and her overly-opinionated ways. Plus, I'm becoming more afraid of Gerard Butler's beer stench. I can smell it just from the previews -- the sour sweaty Sam Adams wafting toward my nostrils. A sheen of perspiration between the folds of his wrinkly man jowls, his beer boobs softly whispering, "What happened to you after 300?" Yes, I'd still make out with him but I might need to wipe him down first.
Monday, August 03, 2009
The Ugly Truth about The Ugly Truth
Dish's trusted advisor deemed The Ugly Truth a Sh*t Sandwich. I tend to enjoy these mindless comedies though I loathe the Heigl and her overly-opinionated ways. Plus, I'm becoming more afraid of Gerard Butler's beer stench. I can smell it just from the previews -- the sour sweaty Sam Adams wafting toward my nostrils. A sheen of perspiration between the folds of his wrinkly man jowls, his beer boobs softly whispering, "What happened to you after 300?" Yes, I'd still make out with him but I might need to wipe him down first.
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