How scallywags choose flickers fer yer flights aboard—'tis a riddle wrapped in a treasure map, matey! Arrr!
2024-12-22
Aye, matey! All hands be lovin' the fair “Barbie,” but blow me down! Who’d be thinkin' that “Cats” would be a rollickin’ success up in the clouds at 35,000 feet? A right jolly jest, I say!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn 'bout the curious case of the silver screen, where the fair lass “Barbie” be takin’ the crown, and yet, out o’ the blue skies, “Cats” be dancin’ amongst the clouds at a dizzyin’ altitude of 35,000 feet! Aye, ye heard me right! Who’d a thought that a gaggle of furry critters, prancin’ ‘round in their whiskered glory, would capture the hearts of landlubbers and sea dogs alike?