If I EVER tense my cheeks and force out a Saints sequel due to a lengthy bout of creative/career constipation akin to that witnessed above…?
Then just shoot me in the face. Please.
I’ll even buy the bullets, polish the barrel, and deep-throat the fucking thing.
You just have to twitch a little.
Back then you called it
Clerks II’ll be a travesty
Man, how wrong you were
Of course no one will ever see this, but I just thought I’d point out to… uh… no one…. that even the greatest minds falter at times.
I’m really just writing this to kill time while waiting for the DVD set to arrive (Amazon says it’ll arrive sometime between the 17th and the end of the month….)