Hold onto your butt plugs, everybody!!
Or insert them. Should we insert them? I think so. I think that’s appropriate.
Tomorrow is the day we get to see the
downfall of inspiration and creativity Fifty Shades of Grey movie trailer!!
This is apparently a big deal, so much so that Beyonce released a trailer for the trailer a few days ago.
My husband showed it to me yesterday because he clearly hates me.
I think I might be suffering from PTSD from my time reading and recrapping the trilogy. That could explain why I tried to remove my eyeballs with a melon baller upon viewing the teaser trailer and I don’t even own a melon baller. I was really using a shoehorn.
The teaser trailer is. . . what is the word I’m looking for. . . oh yes, a giant stinking turdpile (I realize that is more than one word).
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s clear the movie will be as if Show Girls and Battlefield Earth mated and had a love child that was raised by one of those stupid water-fearing aliens from Signs and then went on to be a pink lady in Grease 2. What I’m attempting to say is that this movie will suck with the force of a 1,000 master series intake anal suction cups.
Don’t just take my word for it. I showed the teaser trailer to my two leads.
The trailer is premiering on the Today show and the anchors will be dressing up as characters. Matt Lauer will portray a butt plug, which means he will basically be himself. They then will continue on with the other real news of the day, mainly on expose on which Buzzfeed quiz are you most like.
Hugo insisted we make our own trailer after I jokingly said I could make a better one if I inserted an iTouch up my bunghole.
Those things are painful.