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And then the Witch King of Angmar yelled “SEMANTICS” as he imploded.
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STILL BITTER THAT SHE DIDN’T GET TO BANG VIGGO MORTENSEN THOUGH, Party of Every Reasonable Human Being.
Although, to be fair and feminist and woman-friendly, I do pity Liv Tyler for the shit she had to do in that movie. It was like eighteen hours of film, and with the exception of one action scene, it was eighteen hours of Liv Tyler lying on a couch and crying and having apocalyptic visions of her current relationship ending and occasionally getting pissy with her Dad. Her entire couch-and-tears-and-ONE-DAY-MY-BOYFRIEND-WILL-DIE-I-JUST-REALIZED-THAT-based arc makes a lot more sense if you assume that, for the entire series, she was having the Lord of the Periods. “Oh my god Dad could you just go unto the Bodega of Aelfmar and purchase for me the Lembas of Chocolate Coating, as foretold in the Scrolls of Cathy? I cannot handle you right now BECAUSE YOU’RE BEING MEANNNNNNNN,” and then more of the gentle sobbing.
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