Wednesday, December 2, 2009

that's gonna hurt in the morning; not that it doesn't hurt now


Ah, how far we've come Mr. Statham. There was a time when all you were good for was modeling jeans on world-class catwalks. Now, your dreams have officially come true: you can finally support yourself on nothing more that electrocutions and getting into martial arts fights with low-level gangsters. Bravo.

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