I just got back from Jack In The Box. Man, am I fartin' and do my feet smell.
Time to buy some gym shoes and try wearin' socks for a while, or just do the unfashionable thing of wearing socks with my sandals.
Just got back from an AWESOME movie: American Beauty. Joe billed it as not only featuring Kevin Spacey, but featuring Kevin Spacey screwing a sixteen year old. Dubious premis for going to a movie, to be sure, but this film rocked.
Unless you are somewhat normal, you have to see this film. It totally kicked. I can tell it is special because me and Joe applauded at the end, but not much, because nobody else did. Instead, I heard a nervous giggle from another patron who just wasn't sure quite how they should absorb it all.
Which is kind of disappointing because ... well, it was a great film, and it is a tragedy that most people didn't seem to get it.
And it wasn't only our audience that was like that too. Dave, bright kid that he is, went to the WRONG THEATER. Well, he says at the end he started to applaud, but he was the only one. Everyone else was asking each other if they had guessed the right perpetrator.
Fucking normal people!
Well, I guess you've gotta love the normals too.
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