The meaning of life

"Well, that's the end of the film. Now, here's the meaning of life. Thank you, Brigitte. M-hmm. Well, it's nothing very special. Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations, and, finally, here are some completely gratuitous pictures of penises to annoy the censors and to hopefully spark some sort of controversy, which, it seems, is the only way, these days, to get the jaded, video-sated public off their fucking arses and back in the sodding cinema. Family entertainment bollocks. What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats-- Where's the fun in pictures? Oh, well, there we are. Here's the theme music. Goodnight."

Hace un tiempo ya que quería hacer alguna mención a los extremadamente increíbles y adelantadísimos Monty Python. Entonces, ayer vi "The meaning of life" y hoy tuve que ir al cementerio. Y esas cosas te hacen pensar, o no. A mí me resulta imposible pensar cuando escucho el ruido que hace la tierra que tiran arriba del cajón.

Muestras gratuitas de genialidad: acá, acá, acá, acá, acá, y acá.