YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*
I spent the whole trailer doing a fake voiceover in my head of what Cher must have been thinking. She's like, "Fuck your grating ability to hold a five-minute note in your quarter-pint lungs, do you have a horse? Are you sitting on a fucking horse? Did someone lower you from the sky on a fucking chandelier? No? No? Fuck yo couch."
*My keyboard will short out if I use a realistic amount of "S"s here.
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