Saturday, February 24, 2007

Retardation knows no limits.

All good sing-a-longs begin with numbers from "The Little Mermaid" and progress to some "Letters to Cleo". At least drunken ones do anyway.

That's definately going on my list of "things I want in a man" who can sing his heart out to "Part of that World".

We saw "The Number 23" tonight. Not a great movie, but I did completely lose it at a couple points. First, there is a scene where someone falls to their death. And someone in the audience started laughing, which upon hearing, I quickly followed suit. After that died down, there was a point where one character says to another "Pretend you have a knife!!!" during a sex scene, and Jason leans over and whispers "Fuck me like I'm 12!!!!" (thanks que sera sera)
I responded "shit on my face!!!" "moo like a cow!!!" and I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out of the theater we were laughing so hard.

Moral of the story-- the two of us should not be let out in public together. The most retarded things seem to come out of our mouths when we are together.

I require a man who will be as retarded as I.

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