Last night I watched this movie, which I think, in combination with the TLC show I watched afterwards on primordial dwarfism and the fried zucchini I had at the Independent, was responsible for my extensive and complicated nightmares last night. At one point, my stepmom slaughtered a rooster in the kitchen sink, admonishing, "Well, where do you think my delicious chicken salad comes from??" This was after I was stung by a miniature hammerhead shark/rattlesnake prowling around my living room along with other poisonous reptilian fish. Ick.
Regardless of all that, I thought the movie was awesome, plain and simple, and anyone who says otherwise is a HATER, and is thus NOT invited to help me bring sexy back.
"pour it into the sink..."
They compare it with Jaws, which oddly enough, is coming in the mail today from Netflix!
"As if God created the devil--and gave him jaws."
I will let you know what I think. I can only hope, but doubt, that it will be as entertaining as the following:
"It's ok, I been swimmin' a lot lately. Mmm, yummy. Mmm."
Also, I'm finally going to the Vortex tonight after weeks of craving it!! I'm not supposed to eat the french fries, but they are so good, and I am, at times, a "mindless eating machine" so I'm not even going to pretend I'll get a salad instead. Sorry, Weight Watchers...
Of course, this means I'll probably have nightmares about Jaws wandering my apartment forlornly, but oh well...
charity :)
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