lionaness813
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Sometimes you allow yourself to be dragged to some chick flick by your girlfriend, wife, whatever. It's a dark day, but maybe you were lured there with the promise of pussy if you'd go; or Hell on Earth if you did not accompany her. Either way, you're out $15 for the tickets and another $15 for all the snacks and drinks she wants to suck down.
The movie always seems to star some Hollywood harlot who wants to try her hand at drama and has a supporting cast of no-talents you've seen in a dozen other flicks, usually getting their heads chopped off by some guy in a black robe wearing a fright mask. The plot goes something like this: girl meets boy, boy is an asshole, girl hates boy, boy is forced to spend time with girl when he would rather be out driving fast and smoking a joint, girl shows boy the error of his ways, boy falls in love with girl, boy makes a complete ass out of himself trying to win her heart, against her better judgement girl falls in love with boy, their friends think it's all wrong, the blissful couple proves the whole world wrong, they kiss, rainbows and kittens appear, end of movie.
Lame, lame, lame. So, you're there, the plot is winding down (finally) and then you hear it. She's crying. What the Hell are you to do? There's a flicker of an instant where you think she make have gotten ahold of a bad juju bead, but then you eralize that she's crying and smiling. A wave of nausea washes over you. She's crying over this piece of shit and you were going to fuck her later.
It's a movie, people. It's not real. No matter how you build it up and how you try to find parallels in your own pathetic life, it's still a movie. It's made up. Some pathetic, out-of-work screenwriter needed to buy a pound of crystal, so he pumped out this piece of shit one Sunday afternnon between masturbating to Wheel of Fortune and faking a suicide attempt. Get over it.
Remember, if you drag me to this movie, I will make fun of it and you in front of the whole theater right when you are feeling most vulnerable.
The movie always seems to star some Hollywood harlot who wants to try her hand at drama and has a supporting cast of no-talents you've seen in a dozen other flicks, usually getting their heads chopped off by some guy in a black robe wearing a fright mask. The plot goes something like this: girl meets boy, boy is an asshole, girl hates boy, boy is forced to spend time with girl when he would rather be out driving fast and smoking a joint, girl shows boy the error of his ways, boy falls in love with girl, boy makes a complete ass out of himself trying to win her heart, against her better judgement girl falls in love with boy, their friends think it's all wrong, the blissful couple proves the whole world wrong, they kiss, rainbows and kittens appear, end of movie.
Lame, lame, lame. So, you're there, the plot is winding down (finally) and then you hear it. She's crying. What the Hell are you to do? There's a flicker of an instant where you think she make have gotten ahold of a bad juju bead, but then you eralize that she's crying and smiling. A wave of nausea washes over you. She's crying over this piece of shit and you were going to fuck her later.
It's a movie, people. It's not real. No matter how you build it up and how you try to find parallels in your own pathetic life, it's still a movie. It's made up. Some pathetic, out-of-work screenwriter needed to buy a pound of crystal, so he pumped out this piece of shit one Sunday afternnon between masturbating to Wheel of Fortune and faking a suicide attempt. Get over it.
Remember, if you drag me to this movie, I will make fun of it and you in front of the whole theater right when you are feeling most vulnerable.