
How much money would they have to pay you to star in a film about snorkeling vampires, vampire fang c-sections, and werewolf-on-telepathic-vampire-fetus love affairs? I’d probably do it for ten bucks and some flapjacks, but as I’ve noted, I once ate a cat turd on a dare. Speaking of people who look like they just swallowed a cat turd, Vulture reports that Kristen Stewart, Robert Pattinson, and Taylor Lautner are set to make at least $25 million and probably about $41 million on the final chapter of Twilight, Snorkels the Vampire Fetus.
Insiders tell us that Summit will pay stars Kristen Stewart, Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner each a whopping $25 million against 7.5 percent of the theatrical gross [Note: Not net. According to studio accountants, probably none of the Twilight movies have earned a profit. -Ed] for starring in the next and last two Twilight movies, Breaking Dawn, Parts One and Two.
Let’s conservatively assume that both Breaking Dawns do as well as New Moon [that's not that conservative, I would say it's 50-50 that they don't do as well -Ed.]: After factoring in exhibitor splits, a lesser studio share for international releases, and other typical debited fees that would give you a migraine if they were explained here, each star would take in another $16 million total, giving them all final paydays of $41 million. [Vulture]
$41 mil buys a lot of patent leather shoes. …Uh, so I’ve heard. Still, you have to admit them getting a huge payday for this is only fair. They’re not replaceable like Mike Dexter and the “you wanna see my sh*t guy”, and I imagine being accosted by lumbering hordes of Twihards wherever you go for the next ten years is no picnic. If you were allergic to cats, it’d be a virtual death sentence. The sad part is Universal is paying Taylor Lautner $7.5 mil to star in Stretch Armstrong because they think he’s a box office draw now. As Stephenie Meyer would say, “That is a lot of money. It was so much money, it was scary. It was very scary.”


If Robert Patterson has half a brain in his head, he will invest some of that money into a creepy old castle to be turned into a Twihard Fucktard Museum.
The Mighty Feklahr will assume the moat is made of gravy.
After factoring in exhibitor splits, a lesser studio share for international releases, and other typical debited fees that would give you a migraine if they were explained here
Vulture expects that people reading this article are Twilight fans and are unable to comprehend things like math and business.
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Those signs around their necks might as well say, “Will Suck Dick For Food”.
Fek, if the moat were full of gravy what would keep the Twihards out? Ohhhh . . . nevermind.
Really pumping out the posts this morning huh Vince, geeze why don’t you go back to operating on East Coast time.
Not Pictured: Their father hanging himself.
After seeing that banner pic, I have a slightly clearer picture of how people might be motivated to poison Halloween candy.
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Something tells me that bucket has the photographer’s puke in it.
A blogger is never late, meatsack, nor is he early. He blogs precisely when he means to!
I guess it’s hard for Vince to write these posts inbetween sessions of shitting himself.
Stephanie Meyer best get back to the crayons and construction paper. Momma looks fertile.
If I had $25M and had to deal with lumbering hordes of Twihards, I’d buy myself a Popemobile with a cattleguard.
The family that gays together, stays together.
I prefer my evolution charts to go from left to right, but whatever.
New up, under da sea.