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parents who take their children to see the passion of the christ should be ritualistically sacrificed, slowly tortured into insanity, or ground up into meat for burger king. "oh, but i want little eustace to know what jesus went through for his sins! i think it is important for children to see this, to know this." okay, ma'am, suit yourself, but when you cannot even handle a bit of blood on screen without running to the bathroom to stop yourself from blubbering for vomiting, where is little eustace then? he is sitting in the theatre amid a 400 person crowd of blubbering fools who are probably all scaring the child into early athiesm. (athiesm generally does not set in until highschool, when a child has acne and is overweight and wants to die.) afterall, if there were a god, why would he be making eustace endure this crap when the kid could be at home gorging himself on candy and watching the power rangers?
anyway, i want to see the movie. but i cannot handle the idea of sitting in those crowds yet, so i will wait a while. i wouldn't sit in with the crowds for all the cocaine in south america.
richard and i made jokes about the parts we saw, though.
richard: oh, man! what a missed opportunity for some big time product placement!
me: yeah, really. i think a nice, refreshing can of pepsi would have looked GREAT on that desk.
richard: and his eyes, man. that glowing brown? that's an ad for contacts just waiting to happen.
there was an oc that worked at amc when i was first hired, some called him jeremiah. okay, all called him jeremiah. except his mother, who probably called him jeremiah pumpkin toodlebum or something. anyway, he was the stuff of legends. funny and twisted, and everyone to this day holds him in the highest regards as "the coolest oc ever". someone today told me that i am the new jeremiah. that filled me with a funny, tingling feeling of like, super tingly happiness and warmness in my heart and tummy and probably my kidneys and liver, too.
either that, or i really just had to pee.
anyway, i want to see the movie. but i cannot handle the idea of sitting in those crowds yet, so i will wait a while. i wouldn't sit in with the crowds for all the cocaine in south america.
richard and i made jokes about the parts we saw, though.
richard: oh, man! what a missed opportunity for some big time product placement!
me: yeah, really. i think a nice, refreshing can of pepsi would have looked GREAT on that desk.
richard: and his eyes, man. that glowing brown? that's an ad for contacts just waiting to happen.
there was an oc that worked at amc when i was first hired, some called him jeremiah. okay, all called him jeremiah. except his mother, who probably called him jeremiah pumpkin toodlebum or something. anyway, he was the stuff of legends. funny and twisted, and everyone to this day holds him in the highest regards as "the coolest oc ever". someone today told me that i am the new jeremiah. that filled me with a funny, tingling feeling of like, super tingly happiness and warmness in my heart and tummy and probably my kidneys and liver, too.
either that, or i really just had to pee.