Okay, all I’m saying is that the marketing department for this film is BRILLIANT. We have this story, we had that story, we had that story, we had that one…
I’d rather have garter snakes in a car than a pair of baby racoons wedged in the engine between the radiator and the fan belt. Cuz then you have to drag them out, kicking and screaming and trying to bite and scratch, and it’s just so fucking annoying.
This really happened to me. Luckily I’m tough. I don’t freak out about snakes, either.
Okay, all I’m saying is that the marketing department for this film is BRILLIANT. We have this story, we had that story, we had that story, we had that one…
Go ahead. Tell me that’s all a coincidence.
I want these motherfuckin’ snakes out of this motherfuckin’ car!
I’m sorry. I had to say it.
Was she going through a divorce or something?
Snakes. Why does it always have to be snakes?!?!
For the win, Allison – for the win.
Heeeeee!
“You’re never going to know where they are…. or if you got them all out…. Going to lay their eggs right in the glove compartment.”
(Before there were Snakes on a Plane, there were Snakes on a Car. Brought to you by that one episode of the West Wing.)
I’d rather have garter snakes in a car than a pair of baby racoons wedged in the engine between the radiator and the fan belt. Cuz then you have to drag them out, kicking and screaming and trying to bite and scratch, and it’s just so fucking annoying.
This really happened to me. Luckily I’m tough. I don’t freak out about snakes, either.
they were going to call it “’93 mazda miata” till the internets readers made such a fuss, so they went back to “snakes in a car.”
Definitely sounds like mama garter thought the car was a nice den to give birth in. (Yes, garters are oviviparous.)