The Mentalist, is, however, going to make a shitload of money for all involved. It’s easy on the eyes and is habit-forming much in the same way two glasses of red wine a night is: you’ll get a nice, warm buzz but you’re not gonna get really wasted and wake up with Cobb’s malevolent freight train blasting through your cortex. The Mentalist isn’t the best sex you’ve ever had, but it’s also not likely to leave you to finish yourself off while your partner falls asleep to reruns of “Cheaters”.
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I find your lack of faith disturbing: SLEDGEHAMMER AND WHORE Snilld að lesa blogg hjá handritshöfundum. You know, professionals. Vita alveg hvað þeir eru að gera. Gott stöff. En frekar langt. (via @johnaugust) |
