So I was dangling this dork from Pajiba upside-down trying to dislodge his lunch money when out popped this video. It’s a montage of “Get out of there!” scenes from movies. (You may remember this concept from such other montage videos as Mirror Scare, We’ve Got Company, and No Signal). This one is just as thorough, but the concept isn’t as funny to me. As much of a cliché as “Get out of there” is, I’ve yelled that in real life almost as many times. Usually I’m in a bathrobe and shaking my fist at some raccoons, but still, it’s not strange to hear the words.
My sources also tell me there will be a sequel to Get Out of There. Tom Cruise will star in Why, Are There Gays in There?

POST SCRIPT: I think we need to invent a new word for “montage” that’s not all gay and French. I submit “Clipskrieg.”



But does Clipskreig work when describing bukkake compilation vids?
Yeah. I guess it does. Ok then.
Clipapocaclipse…
Vince Vaughn eating scenes in chronological order clipskrieg or GTFO.
Problem: “Montage” a too french-sounding word for a compilation of clips.
Solution: Re-name it “Clipskrieg”, a manlier-sounding word that’s also one of those cutesy, nonsensical portmanteaus that the gays are always creating.
Result: Wash
I’ll agree to call them “Clipskriegs” if we can agree to change “C’est la vie” to “Tough Shit”.
Ooh, portmanteau. Nice word, fag.
BRB, got 2 sendzzor h8 mayl to kim karfatassian!
I’m gonna go get a beer out of the fridge in my car-hole. Anybody want one?
BTK, anybody but Vince comes back with that and it’s a nom.
Actually, what He needs to do is update His list of “People He would have never heard of if it wasn’t for WWTDD/Filmdrunk/Uproxx”.
*begins entry A-B-R-A-H-A-M–L-I-N-C…*
Holy. Fucking. Shit. I had a nightmare last night about having to strangle raccoons to death because they were somehow getting into my kids’ rooms. I am certain I was yelling “Get Out of There” in the dream, even.
Morty-true story, my wife had to wake me up last night because apparently I was acting out “scaring off the green monster that was trying to get in through the screen door” in our bed.
And, no, that isn’t a euphemism for a “Dirty Ferengi”.
Oddly enough, Fek, I know the reason for my dream is that last night there was a ruckus on our front step and when I flicked on the outside light and looked through the peephole I saw that it was a raccoon, hanging from our screen door, looking through the peephole right back at me. Entirely true story. And all this time, I thought our neighborhood had been gentrified.
Green Monster! Dirty Ferengi!
What were you, channeling Manny Ramirez?
P.S. – This isn’t definitive if it doesn’t feature my girlfriend yelling about her butthole.
Speaking of portmanteaus, while we were baptizing our daughter this weekend, the priest said that part of it was that she would be anointed with chrism. I immediately thought that the word was a combination of “Christ” and another word and had to stop myself from giggling.
Moral of the story, I’m still going to hell.
Cliporis.
Because some people think it is better than actually watching the movies, while others ignore these completely.
Save me a seat DH. Because I definitely read “Christ gizzum” before reading your explanation…
Guys, guys. You know we’re all going to hell. There’s room for everybody.
Yayy, sit next to me Patty?
I live in Argentina so the concept of hell is lost on me.
Now would be a good time for anyone to tell me to get out of here
“lock and load”