I watched Matt Sumell rescued a retarded mouth breathing dog from a house fire that his retarded sister started with a can of Aqua Net and a KOOL cigarette, and he cried the whole way back to the boat he lives on because he thinks he is Quincy or Hemingway or something. With all of this success I just hope his head doesn't get to big for his body. Too late...
Boardwalk Empire could shit on my stoop, writers, cast, crew, and craft services, and I would be cool with it.
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