Stop making movies about these things and stop finding uses for Nick Swardson and Kevin James. Did you even sit through Zookeeper? Bucky Larson? Really? You sat through it start to finish? I find that hard to believe.
By the way, the last three movies come to a combined total of 33% on Rotten Tomatoes. You can even add in Bucky Larson and Zookeeper (0% and 14%) and whatever Frankenstein of fat guy jokes and gay jokes comes out of that is still below 50%.
Think about that. Five movies combined, Adam Sandler, and you can't even beat American Pie 2. I dare anyone reading this to attempt to remember any detail from American Pie 2. Anything. It's impossible. If you made the mistake of seeing American Pie 2, any memory of it you have is actually just the original American Pie. This sucking void of nothingness ranked higher among critics than five recent Adam Sandler movies combined.
Normally I wouldn't waste my semi-precious time excoriating a has-been movie star, but Adam Sandler crossed the movie star line a long time ago. You see, Adam Sandler is really loyal to his friends. He takes care of Kevin James and Nick Swardson. He makes sure Rob Schneider can put cocaine on his table and David Spade can afford the cobra venom injections in his crow's feet. Basically all the comedians too weak to care for themselves have been placed in a zoo and fed pellets by Adam Sandler. Every year he opens the doors of the zoo so all his caged comedians can run free and maul the shit out of the concept of humor.
Fucking cut it out, Sandler. Nobody likes you anymore. Nobody wants more of this drivel. Year after year, incessantly advertised on TV. I don't know what hedge fund is underwriting this shit, but it needs to be investigated by the SEC immediately. Some scheme somewhere is the only explanation for the financing of a death shit like Bucky Larson. Throw money out windows. Shoot drugs with it. Just stop inflicting your sappy garbage on us.
In closing, I leave with this to think about.
Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.
The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'
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