So the other day i watched the transporter movies and then after about four hours of striaght up movie watchin and ho bonin i went to work. while in the elevator the guy next to me farted. i mean sure, we were the only guys in there and he probably thought it’d be quiet. but seriously bro?!? what the fuck, caint you hold it till you get out. well anyways, i got so pissed off by this fucker i thought about beatin his gassy ass and then stompin his face so hard that he went back down to the first floor.
then, later that night i went to see Drive… hot damn, it’s like somebody done took my day and what i wanted to do and turned it into a movie. i mean, this fuckin movie’s got it all, nice cars, hot dudes- i mean bitches, the mafia/gang or whatever the fuck, and a head stompin scene that blew me harder than the guy- i mean ho- next to me.
it’s like transporter with more hair, less kung foo shit and the dad from malcom in the middle. basically the plot is this, “i be givin you five minutes, then i drive wherever you want real real fast.” those are the rules or whatever. but this one job comes along, as it always does, and he gets all tangeled up savin himself and some bitch from the badass mothah fuckas he was workin fo at the beginnin of the god. damn. movie…
the dawg’s gonna have to give this movie 7 outta 10 bones due to the fact that it was way to fuckin predictable and there wasn’t enough sex. and if there was, it wasn’t hard enough to be qualified as sex. you wanna impress me, then you gonna have to do that shit Dawggy style and give me a stiffy bonnah so fuckin hard it almost explodes.
so over all, yeah, i enjoied Drive as much as the next bitch who had some guy fart in the elevator he was in. but i feel like this movie was an ex-girlfriend of mine… i’d rather not do it again… unless i’m really drunk… and already at his house- i mean her house.
