Not bad. I give it a "F" for "Faggotry".
That camerawork gave me epilepsy. Just focus on the dancers for, like, 10 seconds.
Inside every foreigner is an American trying to get out. We forgive you.
What do clocks have to do with foreigner?
I'm still trying to figure out what God needs with a starship. Instead of answering the question, he just decided to sperg out like he did on Sodom and Gomorrah. Like, what was he really planning to do with it? This is the shit that keeps me up at night.
Grandma used to wake me up at 5am. I'd help her get her brace on and walk her down the stairs. She'd make coffee and we'd plan the day out while she puffed on a Viceroy. It's nice to sleep in when you can, but if you ain't up before at least 6, the day's done passed you by.