It's hard to look this pensive while having a near bloodlust for pre-teen poon.
It took Swizerland of all governments in the world to nab acclaimed motion picture director and foremost alleged child molestor Roman Polanski after 31 years on the run. Irony here, of course, is that the Swiss are pussies and pole-sitters and neutral and stuff and they get the opportunity to nab Polanski to win brownie points with America.
Anyways, the truth remains that Mr. Polanski allegedly did a bad thing in the eyes of the American courts. And he, like the Swiss, pussied out on facing his alleged crimes of playing cup the balls for two seconds with a teen. It's perhaps permissible in Europe but, of course, next thing you know you're running for your life all over Europe to allude authorities. Why all this time to get this guy, though? The Swiss?! The freakin' Swiss?! Really?!
If only Polanski's punishment can fit the crime. Next thing you know he's getting his butthole bleached by a hard roughnect inside the clank by the name of Catfish Killah. He's here to put his big worm on Polanski's lips. Oscar direct your way out of that, Roman!
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