I have decided that I’m going to start a petition to have the film company release the outtakes of this scene. I know he didn’t catch that bed sheet at just the right spot on the first try. There is naked Cumberbutt out there and I’m going to get my hands on it. Pun intended.
Because Jennifer Lawrence isn’t Katniss Everdeen and the Hunger Games are fictional. Walking on a red carpet is real shit, you don’t even know.
I want to name a high school sports team. I would name them “The Toddlers” so that their opponents would have to make posters and signs that say “Beat Those Toddlers!” or “Toddlers Suck!” Maybe some guy that just moved into town would drive by the stadium on his way home from KFC and see the signs, totally horrified but unable to stop because he’s got a hot bucket of chicken to get home. So he alerts the police of “a mob of teenagers beating babies and shit, it could be some kind of Satanic Sacrificial Pep Rally! And where are their parents?!” But the police dispatcher knows about the Toddlers team, so she’s like “Oh no, don’t worry. The Bobcats beat the tar outta those Toddlers every few weeks.” Oh my god, can you imagine how terrified that guy would be? He’d be like “Honey, pack up, we’re moving.”
His muscles are so big that his head looks abnormally small.