FOOTBALL!!! Inescapable screaming and swearing whole town incapacitated month-long parties whether you care or not FOR ALL MANKIND (exc some edges in US of A haha). No FIFA corruptions and shitstorms going on is spoiling my precious game.
Remember the Young and Dangerous franchise?! I’m not talking about…
…’18 year olds’ zipping across ends of greater LA in a red M not getting a ticket, nor staying the night at the hugeass house 5 minutes from Highway 1 by sportscar, an hour by foot or 10 seconds jumping off the stairs, the glass, rolling into the Pacific (escape plans, we need some) of a single rich boy you think is a Mr White who is into STARING and permanent fuchsia lipstains (or is color tattoo’d on?!?!? is he the MalibuKenHeisenberg of fuchsia meth? ) whom you’ve met for 5 minutes in total over several fateful bumping and have an itch to peek his morning shower hair makeup routine to get to know his deep thoughts…
…but the HK 90s franchise that made stars out of the collective bunch of now 40+ uncles:
I am not a fan of any one of them, but collectively?! Damn was it a nostalgic fun ride.
And yes, I have a few words on a certain K drama.
What is better than one cute ojisan? I am not going to tax your brain here. So, no it’s not one cute ojisan on lap, or in house cooking curry katsu after tidying my house to sparkling spotlessness and have stocked my fridge with beer.
How about a pair of adorable cute ojisans!?! Thank God It’s Friday and I can giggle my hearts out at work and it won’t be too cray, you know.