I went to the movies the other day and settled down to watch my film with the customery $20 worth of cinematic cuisine. The movie began and almost immediately this bloke to my right started to repeat everything the Turtles were saying. He squealed at the not so scary bits and kept trying to tell me what was going on. He ate most of my popcorn and jumped onto my lap three minutes into the movie. He shat himself at one stage and had the audicity to seek my assistance in cleaning up the unholy mess. But my noisy neighbours most heinous crime was to turn to me 10 minutes before the end of the movie and say "finished". I walked out of the cinema with my sleepy, boneless, boy in my arms wondering if he would return the favour in 50 years time. Pleasant dreams Euey Boy.
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i'm totally jealous... i soooo wanted to see the turtles movie! yeah, i was a little concerned that it might ruin the turtles for me forever, but you know, i was willing to take that risk... unfortunately no one else (read my husband) was willing to take that chance... i would even have willingly changed the poopy nappy if it meant i had a movie buddy :)
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