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what the f***

I would like to think I'm sort of a movie buff, thanks to my dear husband Travis.
So when I opened up the internet only to see a news slug line reading:
"G-Force topples Potter at box office"
you can only imagine I wondered:
"G-Force...I never even saw any previews for that movie. It must have been directed by someone really good. Or had really good actors.....oh wait, if it had really good actors or a really good director, I'm sure it would have been advertised. Maybe it was really loved by the country of China and everyone there went and considering they're like 1/3 the world's population and when you covert their currency into American dollars it is a lot. I better click on the link to see what it was."

And that's when I saw it.

The movie is about talking, super crime solving guinea pigs, who have access to the kind of technology that is locked away in sector 71 or 57 or whatever other sector the government has hidden it in.

And that's when I said, out loud, "what the f***."

I mean, at least Harry Potter is kind of believable. People could be able to do magic. Talking, super power guinea pigs with access to stuff even the prezzo doesn't know about, not so much.

To my continued disbelief, the article went on to compare the movie to the likes of "Mission: Impossible." Now, I know Mission: Impossible isn't the greatest movie ever, (but really liked the scene when the dudes are in the elevator shaft and the one sticks the red side of the gum to the green side of the gum, says "hasta lasagana, don't get any on ya" and then the whole thing blows up)but Tom Cruise was significantly less creepy and well still pretty good looking when the first move was made. But for real, I'm not sure it is kosher to compare the two. That's like comparing Free Willy To King Kong.

My next instinct was to read a few of the comments about the article. I found them to be just as shocking. I'll indulge you:

countrygrl65 Message #5
07/26/09 05:11 PM I'm told I look like a guinea pig... cruel people out there, some of them need to look in a mirror. :)

ralpiggy Message #8
07/26/09 05:52 PM Dear Countrygrl65,
If someone told you that you look like a guinea pig, please take it as a term of endearment. Guinea Pigs are cute, cuddly, sweet, gentle, and extremely lovable creatures. They are fun and non-judgmental, and will listen to you without any complaints. Our Guinea piggies have to listen to me all the time when I complain about stuff, and they just sit there and calm me down.
And, if you go see this movie G-Force, you'll see that they can also be Super Heroes as well, and save all of the humans of the world from destruction.
So, the next time someone says you look like a Guinea Pig, say Thank You!



Um, yeah. ralpiggy - get a freaking life and see a shrink, not your guinea pigs. countrygrl165....considering you can't spell girl, and people have actually said you look like a guinea pig, I can only assume your mother is your sisterauntcousin and you live in a tree stump in the forest of some southern state and when you smile your toothless grin at your cousin Bubba Joe-Bob in a sexual sort of way that dueling banjoes begins to play, you probably DO look like a guinea pig.

Please excuse my while I Listerine my brain.

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