When I started this blog way back in the year of our Lord two thousand and thirteen, it was mostly a dedication to my celebrity thirst. Well, hop in your time machine because we're about to go back in time to that time with a brief lesson in why Marlon Brando could get it any place, any time. I mean, look at him! Tell me with a straight face that you wouldn't still do open-mouth kissing with his eleven-years-dead corpse:
Making him even more perfect is that he was on record as loving fucking CATS. Look at these two fuckers, just hangin' right out:
This photo was taken after Marlon arrived to a movie shot and the promised on-set cat was actually not available. Surly!
A PA tried to improvise and get him this dog. I'll let Marlon's face do the talking on how he felt about that bootleg shit.
Fortunately, thing returned to normal. But Marlon and his cat wrote a strongly-worded letter to the production company.
Marlon Brando may have been a real piece of shit person who degenerated into a ranting pile of calcified sentient partially hydrogenated oils in his old age, but we can remember the good times when dude was speaking our language.