That just about sums it up. Nothing more to see here. The movie’s over; everyone can go home. Get the hell out of my movie theater.
Well — you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. Go home to your wives, girlfriends, concubines, or other assorted companions. If you don’t have anyone to go home to, try hitting on the girl running concessions; she’s game for just about anything. Offer her some fresh popcorn for once and she’ll go loopy for you,
When I was a boy, I had to go to school for some reason. I’m not sure why I went, but everyone I knew seemed rather keen on the concept. I went along with it for a while, but I never got the hang of it. I couldn’t remember my locker combination, I never understood the concept of homework, and I had to eat school lunches. Whenever anybody tried to take my lunch money, I would bet them within an inch of their life, so I always had money for bad lunches. If I was smart I would have just given them the money.
That Gatorade looked a bit flat. I think we need to form a committee to investigate this disturbing turn of events. I’m also relatively sure that the two buckets are not married, and their their hideous spawn is not as legitimate as we’re being led to believe. The truth is out there, people, you just need to make stuff up to find it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9PNkgv6QTI
Way out in East there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of чувак. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. The чувак, he called himself the чувак. Now, чувак — that’s a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the чувак that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.