So, I just got back from Superbad. I loved it. LOVED. IT. BUT! First: I took my vitamins as I was walking out the door and the last one felt weird going down, like it was stuck. You know that feeling. I kept swallowing and swallowing, trying to force that stretched out feeling away. I park my car at the theater, get out, cough, and POWDER COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH. I am freaking out, because who hasn't heard the old wives tale of the person whose esophagus was eaten away by an improperly swallowed pill? (Is that just something I was told to be freaked out by? Well, it worked. [ETA] OH! And it's REAL.)
So I'm all panicking that my throat is going to burn away like I swallowed boric acid, and I'm going to straight away buy a drink and fix it, right? I go get my tickets, and there are two dudes in front of me: one large and in charge, the other like he's been stretched out in a taffy pull. (Just like the guys in Superbad! Except well over 6 feet, the twain of them.) The lady behind the booth asks them for ID and they get all huffy and affronted, "Seriously? I don't even need ID for bars, how hilarious that you need this. Ha ha ha. I'm 24." And they make a big show of how much of a pain in their ass this is. (Are you thinking not old enough? Me, too.) I go to get mine, she cards me, I say thank you (because come on. My kid started junior high today.) and go to get a Coke. These two knuckleheads stand behind me and start chatting me up!
"Hey, you coming to see Superbad? It's awesome. We've seen it, like, twice already." Okay. I show I'm not interested, just need a drink to keep from dying via acid throat, get my soda, go sit down and chug it. (My neck did not, in fact, dissolve. In case you were worried.) The two guys come in and climb over chairs (because steps are hard you guys, zomg) and sit RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. There are 10 people in the theater. Um... Well. One of the dudes, the taffy-pull guy, has a shirt that reads:
I
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hot moms.
Ahahahahahaha!! They keep laughing at jokes in the movie and checking to see if I'm laughing!! They WAVED GOODBYE when the credits rolled, after sitting there for a while whispering. Awwwww! I feel like a MILF. Bless their little hearts. Okay, now I have to go pick up my GROWN UP MANCHILD who probably has a mustache and a draft form for me to sign. *stomps off* hee!
So I'm all panicking that my throat is going to burn away like I swallowed boric acid, and I'm going to straight away buy a drink and fix it, right? I go get my tickets, and there are two dudes in front of me: one large and in charge, the other like he's been stretched out in a taffy pull. (Just like the guys in Superbad! Except well over 6 feet, the twain of them.) The lady behind the booth asks them for ID and they get all huffy and affronted, "Seriously? I don't even need ID for bars, how hilarious that you need this. Ha ha ha. I'm 24." And they make a big show of how much of a pain in their ass this is. (Are you thinking not old enough? Me, too.) I go to get mine, she cards me, I say thank you (because come on. My kid started junior high today.) and go to get a Coke. These two knuckleheads stand behind me and start chatting me up!
"Hey, you coming to see Superbad? It's awesome. We've seen it, like, twice already." Okay. I show I'm not interested, just need a drink to keep from dying via acid throat, get my soda, go sit down and chug it. (My neck did not, in fact, dissolve. In case you were worried.) The two guys come in and climb over chairs (because steps are hard you guys, zomg) and sit RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. There are 10 people in the theater. Um... Well. One of the dudes, the taffy-pull guy, has a shirt that reads:
♥
hot moms.
Ahahahahahaha!! They keep laughing at jokes in the movie and checking to see if I'm laughing!! They WAVED GOODBYE when the credits rolled, after sitting there for a while whispering. Awwwww! I feel like a MILF. Bless their little hearts. Okay, now I have to go pick up my GROWN UP MANCHILD who probably has a mustache and a draft form for me to sign. *stomps off* hee!
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Date: 2007-08-27 08:12 pm (UTC)2) I love that you chose a (acidy) coke to wash down what you thought to be some sort of acidy substance eating away at your throat tissues…lolz
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Date: 2007-08-27 08:40 pm (UTC)2) hahahaha, but come on! I couldn't sit in a movie theater with a MILK! Oh, dammit. I could have gotten CHOCOLATE milk. D'oh! ;)
I'd replace DB with you in this icon, you're so gd hot
Date: 2007-08-27 08:29 pm (UTC)AND OF COURSE YOU'RE A MILF. (Hahaha, I almost wrote "DILF." Obvs I was thinking of Mr. Stoney. HAHAHAHA.) Dude, I'm not gay but even I wanna sex you up. So when I come in September, you'll be coming, if you get my drift. HAHAHAHA. *remembers to bring plenty of lube*
Oh god, I'm so nervous about tonight. WTF?
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Date: 2007-08-27 08:42 pm (UTC)Oh my goodness, he is SO WONDERFUL in this movie!! And I thought I might get sick of McLovin, but I NEVER DID. <3
*sings Color Me Badd and gets ready, chicky bow!*
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Date: 2007-08-27 08:46 pm (UTC)(Is it weird I found Seth Rogen FUCKING HOT in this movie? I think it was the mustache.)
I want to have a Michael Cera/Jonah Hill baby so I can make it entertain me all the time.
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Date: 2007-08-27 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 09:54 pm (UTC)She smiled, beamed at her sticker, and said she misses you. AWWWWWWW!!
But don't think about my child when you're boning your date tonight, mm'kay?
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Date: 2007-08-27 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 08:43 pm (UTC)HEEEEE. And really? Never heard of that one? Clearly I know horrible rotten people that play up my fears...
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Date: 2007-08-27 09:44 pm (UTC)And I'm very glad that your neck didn't dissolve. Even though I'd never heard of that happening before. But now I'll probably be afraid of that happening forever.
And I can't wait to see Superbad!
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Date: 2007-08-27 09:49 pm (UTC)ZOMG it was SO CLOSE, my neck dissolving! Oh, the bitter irony of dying from vitamins...
It's REALLY FUN. Def. will be owning that DVD.
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Date: 2007-08-27 09:53 pm (UTC)I was told that too! And now I think about it every time I swallow a pill! It's good to know your throat did not dissolve though :)
Awe, your grown up manchild.
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Date: 2007-08-27 10:00 pm (UTC)Hahaha, he did not come home with a mustache nor an anchor tattoo, so he's still my little guy. (Heee, he's Hogwarts First Year old!)
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Date: 2007-08-28 02:21 am (UTC)And hey! MILF!
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Date: 2007-08-28 12:08 pm (UTC)And hahahahaha, great icon use. :D
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:08 pm (UTC)NOTE TO LJ/6A: I am joking. :D
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:01 pm (UTC)I am DESPERATE to see Superbad.
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:10 pm (UTC)Superbad was FUNNY. This is a rare treat for me to see a movie in a theater. Whoo hoo, school's in session!
<3
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-27 11:50 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2007-08-28 12:10 pm (UTC)Hahaha - NO. I'm not. But the hot mom at the pool this weekend, the one that made the rest of us wrap up in towels and reach for the cupcakes? The MILFiest of MILFs. :D
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Date: 2007-08-30 01:29 am (UTC)*uses icon of the ultimate MILF*
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Date: 2007-08-28 02:14 am (UTC)TIFFANY (in case you weren't sure)
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Date: 2007-08-28 12:07 pm (UTC)LAURA (who is this again?)