Okay, I now officially have a new definition of hell. Imagine, if you will, getting up at five am on a Sunday morning in a house which currently has no working washroom facilities thanks to ongoing renovations to head in to work for ten hours of sitting and staring at a bank of computer monitors. Imagine that the showers in the work locker room refuse to heat up. At all. Now imagine that around hour five or so of the very, very long shift somebody fires up the projector to watch a bit of television and what they turn to is the TBS edit of Costner’s The Postman. My brain!!!!! It’s melting!!!! Arggh!!!!
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hehe, I too didn’t mind the Postman… though Im pretty sure a gig to the nuts wouldn’t be a good thing.
Saying the Postman isn’t that bad is much like saying getting kicked in the groin isn’t the worst thing ever.
And my kinda foreign policy. Go America!
the postman wasnt that bad it wasnt the greatest but it was bang bang talk a little then alot more banging my kinda movie