Eastwood’s best gunslinging days are far behind him. Responsible for more on-screen deaths than Charlie Bronson, nowadays he’s content to kick ass behind the camera. But Clint had that old glint this week at an awards dinner where he addressed Michael Moore during an acceptance speech.
“… Michael, if you ever show up at my front door with a camera – I’ll kill you. I mean it.”
I don’t think you want to mess with the dude who played both Dirty Harry and The Man With No Name. If Moore still really wants to work with Clint in some capacity, might I suggest a remake of Every Which Way But Loose? Not for the title role – that would obviously go to Johnny Knoxville. I’m thinking of Mike because they’ll need a replacement for Clyde the fat hairy orangutan. Alternately he should be talking to the Beethoven people.
Yes, that’s right. The monkey isn’t available, he’s been hired full time for stand in work in the Oval Office.
Maybe he will replace Gene Hackmen’s character in Unforgiven – Little Bill Dagget. You can call him Big Fat Faggot. I see Michael Moore and just looking at him makes me want to take a shower. The way his Unshaved Double Chin rolls as he talks and how tucks his stomach into his sweet pants… Yah – he is a great representative of Michigan. He reminds me of that kid in High School that always smelled worst than a locker room. Just thinking of how he must smell makes me feel like I need to wash my balls. Seriously, we had a kid that looked just like him and a friend of mine use to always give him a golden shower whether he was in of the shower or out of it. I remember one time he pissed in his helmet before football practice. He had to wear a mouthpiece as well for wrestling and that got pissed in also. Man, I tried to defend him but even someone as great as me can’t stick up for someone if they don’t attempt to stick up for themselves. I wonder what happened to him? Or maybe like Mr. Slave – he really liked the pissing… Ohhh Jeeesus.