My brain is goo.

Must a movie make sense? Isn’t it enough for me to be horny?

May not be perfect, but isn’t it enough to see gays succeeding, projected big?

My uncontrollable horniness for James McAvoy survived Gnomeo & Juliet, but tonight I faced my greatest challenge of all: could my horniness withstand a CIA propaganda piece that pretends Nazis and Soviet Russians are the same? Much to think about