PO-PO-POST-POSTMAN
ive been standin here waitin, mr postman so-o-o patiently for just a card, or just a letter sayin hes returning home to me, mr postman, mr postman po-po-post-postman

ive been standin here waitin, mr postman so-o-o patiently for just a card, or just a letter sayin hes returning home to me, mr postman, mr postman po-po-post-postman

Soo I learned that a certain card, cost of 220 kronors, is also necessary to see the movies at the film festival, apart from purchasing tickets. So me and Mahsa thought it would be a good idea to see another movie, get our moneys worth. *An upsellers wet dream*
And as the horror-sucker I am; I browsed through the Twilight Zone aka creepy-shit-selection and found a lot of obscure shit ofcourse, but listen to this.. crazy retired surgeon always had a dream to create a human centipide. Surgically connecting women. Face to anus. With scalpel and ryhopnol. Ooh. My. God. Shotnot. (I was gonna upload a still photo here but.. no. You get the picture).
Conclusion! We decided to see post-apocalyptic 9. Looks absolutely amazing..
