Yeah yeah yeah! Who's my bitch? Sorry about that, I'm preaty wasted in here… but you don’t care, do you? No one loves the Cow. But we'll leave that for now, cause we're here to review Ice Age for you. So here we go: Mr. Monkey and I decided to go see it after seeing the highly amusing trailer. The plan was that Monkey will come to my place and then we meet some people (a dyslexic white man with an afro and his fattish cousin) near the cinema, the second phase of the plan was to grab some food before seein' the flick. The problem started when monkey and I were gonna be late, so I called the uncles and told them "don't worry cause the moon is shinin' and lady luck is smilin'", but the poor dyslexic funcle started panicking " arr… we wont have time to eat" he said, but it's not his fault that he's a panic manic cause he has the HDS, Helinger Disorder Syndrome, it's basically a combination between dyslexia, constant panic, hyperactiveness, and the lack of the ability to read time. Poor fellow he is, I pity the fool… So when we finally got there and, of course, had enough time to eat and poop and do a lot of other funky shit, we bought the tickets and went in. The flick itself is animated and takes place hundreds of millions of years ago, when there were mammoths, if that helps you. Anyways the story is about Sid the slob that is left behind by his horde in the big migration south for the winter. So he decides to do the journey alone, on his way he met a mammoth named Munford that saves his life, so he sticks to him. Together they find a baby that was kidnapped by a tigers so Sid convinces Munford to help him return the baby to his parents. One of the tigers is still planning to catch the baby and joins them to a journey into the icebergs where they believe that the human are. The movie is very funny and moving at the same time; it's filled with all kind of goodies. I didn't even have time to sing my happy song and it was over. Ohh, don't be sad my little funcles there is life after death (no there isn't). I think that you can go poop yourself a soap bar, and go see the flick,|don’t take along| fat bitchs…