What I think the plot to the new Will Smith movie, "Seven Pounds", probably is about.
Will Smith has this white friend who gets him into a predicament. Will Smith plays it cool then overreacts, but doesn't want it to go overboard so he conforms. He doesn't want to go overboard because he has a kid or something. And then he goes against his conforming because he's so black. And there's a chick who doesn't love him but loves him. And then this tree is like "how do you lose it" and Will Smith is like "nod ya head" and then there's a scene where he runs and makes a joke about his independance and then a bullet proof vest sells him pills and Will Smith is all "got 101 dalmatians on your CD-ROM" and then he's inferred to his light hearted manner with a reminiscent tale of size and then a cancer survivor argues with him, and Will Smith says "Carlton! Welcome to Earth, the city where the heat is on. I would say, he had on some pretty nice pants. I,Robot line." No one jacks him off and someone with glasses pats him on the back. The beach cries and a cash register looses its snake in a motorcycle sex crime.
Hiding Tums in Thanksgiving kisses: Sun is Shining
Will Smith should actually be: Robert Townsend (the meteor man, the parent hood)
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