A Basterd's Work Is Never Done

[note: I thought I'd talk like a Reservoir Dog in this post for effect. Enjoy.]
It's been so fucking long since I last fucking heard about Quentin Tarantino's fucking script for a crazy fucking World War II epic/Spaghetti Western film that I had almost fucking thought he shoved it up his nose along with everything fucking else he could fucking find nearby. Apparently, it was slowly but fucking surely getting fucking done, and here, my friends, is the fucking pay-off:


I'm so fucking German, and I'm still so fucking down with fucking this... jesus fucking christ, even i get tired of typing "fucking" for this long... how did he used to do that?...