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The Ghost of FFS — 4 years ago(April 15, 2021 11:10 PM)
Entirely too much effort has gone into this. I don't know whether to respect the man or pity him.
Also, I wonder if the real Aaron Spelling ever imagined he would be immortalized on an IMDb spinoff through the publication of schlocky Bond movie parodies.
R. I. P. FFS (1975-2021)
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Mina — 4 years ago(April 16, 2021 11:02 AM)
VLOND and MISS MONICAHPENNY lay sleeping, her head is on his slab-like chest. In his extraordinarily masculine hand is a remote control, in hers an extremely large dildo. The telephone begins to ring and VLOND stirs. He awakens, slowly slips her head onto a pillow and, with athletic control, rises from the bed. As he walks toward the phone his gait is unusually wide. Wincing in discomfort, he glances back at the dildo and grasps both of his buttcheeks.
Gross.
KLAM
Where’s your friend?
RUSSELL
Which one?
KLAM
What do you mean, “which one”? You've only got one.
RUSSELL
You mean Gameboy? He’s no longer with us.
Awwww
NIMDA is again sat at his bureau desk, but this time he’s alone. The aesthetics of his desk are not to his liking; he fusses some pens and paperwork, and moves a picture. After a quick glance at his reflection in the glass of the frame, he adjusts his hair and blasts the back of his throat with a breath freshener. His laptop is displaying the building’s CCTV, where we see CHICKABOOM move through a doorway and, as she does, see steps into Nimda’s office.
CHICKABOOM
She’s here.
Hopefully that bitch does horribly