Don't frighten me. This new park slope juice depot actually manages to make me a little bit afraid of one of life's most wholesome treats: juice. Am I supposed to be afraid of the juice? Try to tame it? It's unclear. Reminds me of the time M. Night Shymalan took Mel Gibson, then pretty much the actor equivalent of grape juice, and made Signs. His career never recovered. Can anyone name a movie they liked that Mel Gibson starred in after Signs? Now he's calling his girlfriend up and demanding blow jobs. All that to say, M. Night Shymalan should never have opened a juice store.
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