I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I have high hopes for Matthew Vaughn’s Kick-Ass. That would make two Nic Cage movies that I loved in as many years, so if it does happen, I hope I don’t start puking rainbows and lactating spiders. Anyway, this is Christopher McLovin Mintz-Plasse as his alter ego, “Red Mist.” Red Mist can’t read your mind, but he can kick your ass. Red Mist is also the reason my dog growls at my girlfriend when she’s menstruating. I make her sleep outside during that time now. What? It’s totally cool, I bought her a special dogloo for it.
[go over to AICN for the 6000-pixels-tall version of this, because a rational person would totally want that]



My only experience with Red Mist was the time my college room mate decided to earn his red wings in the top bunk.
The Mighty Feklahr commends your girlfriend for doing the honourable thing and sleeping in a dogloo during her period.
There’s a Fall Out Boy or Pete Wentz joke in here somewhere.
Eh, you can kinda tell by that kid’s haircut that he is a “Team Cullen” kind of guy.
My girlfriend always sleeps outside. Ma says we can’t bring sheep in the house.
Jacqueline Kennedy was not a fan of the red mist. Perfectly nice Chanel dress.
“I can’t read your mind, but I can kick your ass.” He must be saying that to another geek or a little girl.
Ginger people are naturally angry. Right, Jack!?
If that little fucker could read my mind, he’d get off my car and into my van!
No shit, Bryce! Tell Jack! how much Bens Folds Five sucks!
Easy Fek, you wouldn’t like him when he’s angry…
his plate reads mistred because of all the horse power.
This looks awesome! My friend just lent me the comics and i’m going to try to catch up before the film. Aptly named indeed.