I went with my brother Spencer to see "taladega nights" or whatever the hell its called. I forgot how much I hate the movies. there's always that 98.6 percent chance you'll end up sitting next to, in front of, on top of, or diagonal to a 3-piece posse of wombats that feel the need to cackle, cringe,comment,quote, question, scream, sob,and giggle
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