Mission Im-motherfreaking-possible Tres.After
a night of boozehounding in the city and drunken debauchery;
celebrating my Mexican heritage on Cinco de Mayo the only way I know
how--with tons of alcohol from south of the border--I parted ways with
half of "the
Fruit Bowlers" and headed on home, only to meet my Scientologist,
Ethan Hunt. Really, a last minute decision while I was on board the train. As expected,
MI3
was a popcorn thriller with plenty of explosions (really, everything
explodes, even a bowl of water), nice cars, and trickery to boot. Pour
a little alcohol into that mix and you have something you find at
6-flags, sans the vomit (at least in my case, you lush's).
But when watching the movie, I noticed the cast was highly acclaimed and top celebrities partaking their roles.
Maverick
Morpheus
Felicity
Marsellus Wallace (from Pulp Fiction)
...and
a handful more, like John Madden (see it and you'll know what I'm
talking about). Shoot, if I directed a movie with this all-star cast,
I'd have a ball.
A scene from "Top Felicity Fiction Gun: Reloaded"...and that's why Scientology wins! High-five!
There is no Sci-en-tollllllllllllllllll-gy. There is no five. What is five anyway? There's no spoon. Where's my pizza?
(indecipherable mumbling)
All I want is a Hula Burger.
That's a damn good burger.
Damn mother-f*cking fine burger. SNAKEEEEEEES! ON A PLANE!!!!
?????????????????
That's hot.
Paris? What are you doing in our film. GTFO!
Leave! At once! Or I'll shove this red pill so far up your anus, you'll be stuck in the 8th Matrix.
That's hot!
BOOM! Tough actin' Tanactin'!
...
Screw this. I'm going sunglass shopping.
(indecipherable mumbling) Oogoo-bajoo?
Want to join my IMF team? State your name, age, and specialty. Be creative, or you'll be our decoy.
