About a decade ago, in a Midwest Denny's, I watched a kid* draw on his place mat. There were planes flying over hapless stick figures, dropping bombs on them. The bombs were made of knives. The knives were maybe made of something else, like fire. Or tarantulas. I can't be bothered to remember exactly.
For all I know, that kid moved to Hollywood and made Sharknado.
Haiku for an Improbable-Weather-Related Disaster Flick
A child's crayon sketch
Of flying, exploding sharks
In theaters near you
*"Kid" is what I call anyone in their 20s.
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| Hallelujah, it's raining marine carnivorous fish. |
kitsch has never sounded better....and that GIF...dang. <3, MM
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