Slumdog Millionaire is Danny Boyle’s film about a poor Indian kid who goes on the Indian version of Who Wants to be a Millionaire in order to impress a girl. I hope he wins so he can go back the slum and tell her “See, bitch? Now who’s too good for whom,” and then light a giant spliff with a $100 bill and splash cow shit on her with his Hummer on the way to a gangbang. Guess I’m just old fashioned like that.
Also: needs more dancing condoms.
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I’ve had to uy every piece of ass I’ve ever gotten, too. With charm, kisses and a ruffie.
*wishes he could see Crappy’s avatar in all it’s glory*
I don’t know why someone would try so hard to get some Arab snatch. It probably smells like curry, tastes like goat, and feels like you’re fucking a package of steel wool.
You’ve met my mom J?
BTK, it pretty much is what it looks like, cept it looks like there is a microphone poking out of the sheep’s mouth, for a speaker or sometin’. Which. would be. fucking AWESOME!
I’d like to see the more realistic ending where he goes looking for the girl after he wins, and finds her with an Olympic soccer champion. She says, “Yeah, you got money, but I’m the hottest girl in the fucking hemisphere. This is how it’s supposed to be.” He then finally realizes, bitches ain’t shiite.
No, but you’ve piqued my curiosity now.
If I was a dothead and had a jetpack, cows wouldn’t be the only thing they worshiped.
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