She's back

She's back

so it's H40?

Do you have central air under your rock or just a small electric fan?

H60 more like

Jamie looks pretty good desu. She's the only 58 year old actress I would fuck.

IMAGINE

she's like a clint eastwood with tits.

BEING JASON

>jason

I'm not gonna lie she looked good in that swim suit in scream queens. I'd fuck

IN CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE

Before everyone spergs. This is a sequel to John Carpenter's Halloween II which means all movies after two are now non canon. I don't know how they will work Jamie Lee Curtis in this but I'm pretty sure she won't be Laurie Strode. Also the Danny McBride and guy who made Pineapple Express, Joe, Eastbound and Down and Vice Principles are making this.

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Didn't get character die?

>This is a sequel to John Carpenter's Halloween II which means all movies after two are now non canon
based

Doesn't work because she's actually got a nice body and a good set of tits

>Jason
Uhm.. wrong movie lad.

ONE MORE YEAR TIL HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN
ONE MORE YEAR TIL HALLOWEEN
SILVER SHAMROCK

Oh forgot to say its going to be set in the 80s

Ah Shiiiet

Imagine being Micheal Myers in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Jamie Curtis, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific androgynous monster face. I would totally kill you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is slash up another 16 year old in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Michael and not only sit in that chair while Jamie Lee Curtis flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, JAMIE LEE CURTIS LOOKS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been killing nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and supermodels and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Illinois. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Michael Myers. You're not going to lose your future slasher career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.

Is this what happens when newfags see copypasta for the first time?

Newfag? I've been here all summer! :^)