Every Thursday, my office does a ritual performed and held-sacred by so many other offices throughout the U.S.: we go to happy hour and drink beer. During that time, we discuss the important, topical issues that you might expect a D.C.-office to delve into, such as who’s going to order an appetizer and “Hey, isn’t that Liam Neeson?”
Commercials for The Grey have been everywhere lately, and Americans noticed, because it won the box office weekend. I haven’t seen the movie, but I can tell you that it’s about a plane crash in Alaska, and the survivors have to walk all the way to civilization to survive, but a pack of wolves is after them. And that scene where Neeson runs in slow-motion with glass taped to the knuckles of one hand and a knife in the other, that’s probably at the end. (The Guys admire the film’s firm anti-animal stance.) It’s his latest action movie, yet he’s turning 60 this year.
Why is Liam Neeson so badass all of a sudden and why do people/animals keep trying to mess with him? Continue reading The McBournie Minute: Do not make Liam Neeson mad

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