Jamestown: Part 2
The journey has begun. There is nothing between us and Jamestown except stretches of open road and wild hypothetical situations. And Diet Coke. So much Diet Coke.
The journey has begun. There is nothing between us and Jamestown except stretches of open road and wild hypothetical situations. And Diet Coke. So much Diet Coke.
I'm not really getting a story line here, nor have the protagonists won me over; there's just no chemistry here. It's just more of the self-absorbed nonsense so typical of this generation. One could get better dialog from a couple of whoopee cushions. Besides, who doesn't hate redheads? And the girl looks like she's O.D's on collogen. The only person I think who would find this even mildly entertaining is my left-leaning, Jeanine Garaffolo-loving eldest daughter. I'm going to forward this to Bill O'Reilly so he can blow the lid off this pot-induced, psychotropic corruption of American history and, what is far more important, American values. I'm pretty sure both of these characters are gay. And proud of it.
you should have warned me that you lost your pants to the Predator.
3 out of 5 stethoscopes.
Reasons you got docked: 1) y'all didn't talk about Joey Greco. I'm sorry, but if you're going down that road, you need to at least mention him. 2) Y'all didn't drink out of the same cup using double twisty straws. Lost points from the nostalgic gay audience.
Were you high?