Post by rorschalk on Jun 16, 2024 21:02:01 GMT
Dear Mr. VC,
Rocks has sent HPoE up for further scrutiny in the Terminal. Best of luck. (see his full critique below)
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Ms Rocks and I went to "The Happiest Place on Earth" with a bunch of kids and grandkids once. Once. Never again. Hot. Crowded. And, worst of all, endlessly inundated from morning to night with its "Dreams can come true!" mantra. Even the drive from Kissimmee, then parking, sucked.
Which brings me to Strasberg's ironically titled cap. Usually when I'm writing these "reviews" I have the cap open on another browser page. Not sure if it's a plus or minus, but this one I remember almost perfectly. So no need. Simply synopsized, a kid who's rendered paraplegic after stepping on a mouse and falling off a ladder while cleaning eavestroughs discovers he can make mucho bucks at Disneyville by accompanying able bodied people posing as his relatives in order to get fast tracked for rides (while idiots like me stand in line for hours to enjoy some nauseating VR experience). His sweet gig goes great until he freaks out and throws pee from his catheter bag on a woman who he discovers is faking disablement to get into the fast lane. His anger and indignation struck me as hypocritical given his whole biz is getting able bodied folk in under false pretenses. But anyway, he's banned for life from mouse world and goes on to make a fortune through his website connecting other "differently abled" people with hookers, an idea he got from a prostitute with a heart of gold who somehow manages to give him wood and even lets him kiss her. So happy happy happy. Maybe even The Happiest Ending on Earth. Didn't like it. But did read it without the need to skim. Also liked the medical details. Plus I'm curious what my upstairs brethren will say about it. So, up it goes for further review.
Rocks has sent HPoE up for further scrutiny in the Terminal. Best of luck. (see his full critique below)
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Ms Rocks and I went to "The Happiest Place on Earth" with a bunch of kids and grandkids once. Once. Never again. Hot. Crowded. And, worst of all, endlessly inundated from morning to night with its "Dreams can come true!" mantra. Even the drive from Kissimmee, then parking, sucked.
Which brings me to Strasberg's ironically titled cap. Usually when I'm writing these "reviews" I have the cap open on another browser page. Not sure if it's a plus or minus, but this one I remember almost perfectly. So no need. Simply synopsized, a kid who's rendered paraplegic after stepping on a mouse and falling off a ladder while cleaning eavestroughs discovers he can make mucho bucks at Disneyville by accompanying able bodied people posing as his relatives in order to get fast tracked for rides (while idiots like me stand in line for hours to enjoy some nauseating VR experience). His sweet gig goes great until he freaks out and throws pee from his catheter bag on a woman who he discovers is faking disablement to get into the fast lane. His anger and indignation struck me as hypocritical given his whole biz is getting able bodied folk in under false pretenses. But anyway, he's banned for life from mouse world and goes on to make a fortune through his website connecting other "differently abled" people with hookers, an idea he got from a prostitute with a heart of gold who somehow manages to give him wood and even lets him kiss her. So happy happy happy. Maybe even The Happiest Ending on Earth. Didn't like it. But did read it without the need to skim. Also liked the medical details. Plus I'm curious what my upstairs brethren will say about it. So, up it goes for further review.