This has absolutely nothing to do with movies, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.

I would just like to thank Subway for their $5 foot-long promotion.

Being the low man on the Corporate totem pole, as well as the father of an 18 month old, I have absolutely no fucking money.  Also, when you consider the fact that I’d rather be kicked in the teeth than actually cook, chances are pretty good I’m going to eat a lot of fast food.  Thanks to Subway, I can now eat a big-ass sammich for five measly dollars!  And I don’t have to worry about becoming a fat fuck before my hockey season starts!  How sweet is that?

Granted, Subway doesn’t provide the best sandwiches (I lean toward Jersey Mike and Tubby’s), but they’re not half bad.  Assuming you don’t get a jackass to wait on you.  Sometimes I’m a little leery of the morons behind the counter.  You know, that 16 year old hippie with hemp under his nails and a face riddled with acne (at least I hope that’s acne).  They occasionally force me to doubt their credentials as a “Sandwich Artist”.  I don’t care what their damn button says.

But I digress.  Subway has provided me a great service, and I thank them for it.

I feel bad that this doesn’t have anything to do with movies. 

Oh wait!

An inside source close to George Lucas informs me that Beverly Hills Chihuahua will suck eggs.

There you go.



Don’t touch my fucking sandwich!!!