...and before you ask, yes, I mentioned a number of factors tarnishing my victory. I am sorry that I got a bit sidetracked in my thoughts.

How the **** is some dot-head going to take my best picture award away from me? Nobody gives a **** if you are poor because all of our jobs were outsourced to you anyways, so clearly you just squandered your resources and got yourself into the trouble in which you found yourself in this stupid film. As if. I’ve seen Temple of Doom, I know what kind of opulence even the freakiest of your kind are used to, and that was based back in the 40s.

And an old guy playing in a movie where he starts old and gets younger? I’m sorry Brad, we all know that you wish you could go back in time to become the carefree, long-haired youth leaping out of a convertible and chomping on a bag of pringles and stop yourself from getting Angelina’s host of diseases, but it’s too late for that. I don’t need an art piece made every time some over-the-hill-no-talent-hack starts regretting their horrid life choices. Grow up. Oh, wait, you already did, and then you washed out.