Just as I was being reminded of what a groundbreaking film Leap Year was in my last post, NY Magazine was digging up a quote from the Telegraph profile of Matthew Goode about his experience working on it.
‘That was the main reason I took it – so that I could come home at the weekends. It wasn’t because of the script, trust me. I was told it was going to be like The Quiet Man with a Vaughan Williams soundtrack, but in the end it turned out to have pop music all over it. Do I feel I let myself down? No. Was it a bad job? Yes, it was. But, you know, I had a nice time and I got paid.”
Fair enough, dude, and well said. I only wish actors had to be this honest during those stupid press tour interviews.
BILLY BUSH: So, John, tell us about your character in The Pacifier 6. What’s he like? Is he a guy you’d hang with?
JOHN CENA: I’m not sure because I didn’t really read the script, but that’s a good question. I’ll tell you this though, craft services had roasted almonds instead of trail mix and that shi- was the bomb! I mean does anyone even like trail mix? What’s up with that sh-t? Why do they always have it everywhere? Tell you what, bro, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.
(for the ladies) (who like nipple hair)



Lince, why did you leave out the best part???
“But, you know, I had a nice time and I got paid. Well, be right back, I’m gonna call Scot Van Pelt.” *clears throat to deepen voice like an African American male*
But, you know, I had a nice time and I got paid.
I smell a ‘Pretty Woman’ reboot!
Everyone (Al) knows that I love me a hairy man, but those bewbs are icky.
My Matthew Goode sex pillow tickles my face when I sleep.
Pshh, those nipples ain’t hairy. A man shouldn’t be considered hairy until they can be confused with a bear when their shirt’s off.
*grooms chest hair with mustache comb*
“I had a nice time and I got paid” are a hooker’s last words.
I learned the hard way that wearing a pair of FCUK briefs whilst taking the waters in one of Budapest’s busiest spas is not a good idea.
Ireland: Land of frumpy sweaters.
Those are exactly the same words I said about banging your mom! BOOSH
Man, the corner sure is lonely today
*looks at hairy nipples, reads comments, goes off to cry*
Quit staring at my nipples, Bex.
Joo want heery neeples, meng, den check out HAZ, ese!
I shave my nipples.
Off.
Just like Bob Geldof.
My mom’s nipples are so hairy my younger brother choked to death on a hairball while breastfeeding.
I tried to give Matthew Goode a purple nurple and he ended up with a french braid.
an actor hasnt been this honest about a project since Sean Connery on the League of Extraordinarily Boring Guys:
Thish ish depreshing, I quit
Ireland: Land of frumpy sweaters.
Funny. I thought “frumpy sweaters” was a better adjective for Twihards, and it has nothing to do with clothing.
Cera, that’s frumpy sweat herds.