Sugar Sammy pulling a fast one over remedial nationalist minds reminded me of the movie Heathers from 1988.
One of the all-time black comedies. A movie filled with contradictions, innuendos and outright disturbing fantasies tempered with some optimistic relief at the end.
'I love my dead gay son!'
Script.
Whenever I listen to Quebecers snitch on other Quebecers over language, I can but nod my head in disappointment and shame.
As Red Foreman used to say, 'dumbasses'.
One of the all-time black comedies. A movie filled with contradictions, innuendos and outright disturbing fantasies tempered with some optimistic relief at the end.
'I love my dead gay son!'
Script.
Whenever I listen to Quebecers snitch on other Quebecers over language, I can but nod my head in disappointment and shame.
As Red Foreman used to say, 'dumbasses'.
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