You know what they say: get busy living, or get busy dying.
That’s goddamned right.
Why on earth would an intelligent, talented, wealthy, sophisticated man like Morgan Freeman be living in Mississippi where cars flip over in the night crushing their occupants?
It'll be a major upset if he doesn't win this year's award for delivery of the phrase "motherfucker."
At least he's not in the middle of filming The Transformers and being forced to keep shooting action sequences with a crushed arm, like poor Shia Labeuf. Now, those Hollywood slavedrivers need some asswhuppins. That ain't right.
I wish Morgan Freeman the best. As for your first comment on my blog Jeremy, I welcome you, and want to inform you that I uttered the word "wow" audibly and had to shake my head violently to make sure I did not read that wrong.
Yeah, for a first comment, that was sure a doozy.
omg, you be nice to the scoot, Jeremy. Or you'll have to deal with ME. Actually, you'll have to deal with me anyway. Nevermind.
My favorite part of that story is where his spokesperson says that he's "having a little bit of surgery." That's like being a little bit pregnant, isn't it?