Her **abdominal muscles ** are in quite good condition, as all viewers of the recent CBS Sunday Night Movie, *Locusts, * were able to confirm.
All of **her underwear is very clean ** - at least the underwear that viewers of the recent CBS Sunday Night Movie, *Locusts, *were able to see on several occasions.
She is a prominent scientist, or at least she plays one with six-pack abs in the recent CBS Sunday Night Movie, *Locusts. *
She finally seems to have gotten rid of **that annoying Gabrielle ** creature. Or at least Gabrielle did not appear in the recent CBS Sunday Night Movie, *Locusts. *
No, you’re right. I was being fairly facetious there. I’ve just seen some of her recent career choices and concluded that she has–for some weird reason–decided to commit career suicide. But yes, she’s still quite healthy and will probably enjoy her extensive upcoming free time (assuming there will be few roles in the future, given the turd that is Locusts, judging by everyone’s reaction here.
And I will forgive the slur against Renee O’Connor, despite my longstanding devotion, because frankly she’s deserved a few kicks lately, too.
Actually, Locusts was so bad it was good. Otherwise we wouldn’t be still amusing ourselves over it.
And with respect to bad career choices from Lucy Lawless and Renee O’Conner - this scary piece of information about *Alien Apocolypse * tells us it could always be worse.
Mike Farrell jumped off the same cliff that she did, though. How the mighty have fallen from their lofty and exhaulted statuses as CBS Sunday Night Movie of the Week Sensitive Male.
Thank you, but in polite society we don’t discuss The Movie Which Must Not Be Named.
Just remembering it makes me feel like one of those Lovecraft characters who opens up an old crypt and finds something which drives him mad just from the sight of it.
I have to go sacrifice something to the Old Ones now…
The writers were working from a Mad Libs book, weren’t they?
Phlegm! is next. Scientific testing for a remedy for the common cold has gone awry, and phlegm is an acid that eats your flesh, rendering you into a puddle of goo. The Phlegm eats a hole clear down to the center of the earth.
Pretty soon the earth is riddled with holes. The earth’s core is destabilized. The whole planet explodes, a big wet sneeze into the face of the Man in the Moon, who takes out a hanky, cleans himself off, and leaves orbit for a more hospitable bit of space. Uranus, or somewhere.
Don’t tell me! The only thing that would save mankind is a cold medication that works only in the deepest part of the worlds oceans, Challenger Deep in the Mariana’s Trench, just once. In 1960. For 20 minutes.