Talk:Hit paste and see what comes up/@comment-30126178-20180913190829

Never has a movie made me so fucking angry in my ENTIRE LIFE as Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Charlie, sweet innocent Charlie, spends all of his time and every last penny he's got while caring for all four of his bedridden grandparents. For 20 years, this LAZY FUCK Grandpa Joe lived in bed, "suffering" from "polio". His Grandson probably had to fucking SPONGEBATHE HIM. Until one day, pure, youthful Charlie gets that golden ticket, and that ANUS-GUZZLING HANGNAIL OF A HUMAN BEING, GRANDPA FUCKING JOE, has the nerve to get out of bed and sing a FUCKING MUSICAL NUMBER?! I THINK NOT, YOU GOLD-DIGGIN CUNTWHEEZE!This sorry excuse for a human doesn't fucking deserve to live, much less accompany his grandson to a god damn chocolate factory. And, after Charlie doesn't even question that his grandpa fucking conned his parents of 20 YEARS OF FREEDOM, he allows this dirty puddle of CABBAGE WATER called GRANDPA JOE to have the pleasure of visiting with him to the chocolate factory, you know what this fucker does? YOU KNOW WHAT HIS SLIMY SWAMP-ASS PULLS? He steals the SPECIAL FUCKING SODIE POP THAT MAKES YOU FLOAT, and he gives it to lovely, virtuous Charlie underneath A FUCKING CEILING FAN. THIS SKUNKFUCKER ALMOST KILLS HIS SWEET ANGEL OF A GRANDCHILD. Grandpa Joe deserves to have porcupine needles shoved into his old-man dick, and SNAPPED, JUST LIKE CHARLIE'S HOPES AND DREAMS. You know how I feel about this living, breathing hemorrhoid? FUCK. GRANDPA. JOE.