I'm actually not pictured. I was asked to go out for cigarettes and Taco Bell. No clue what they're watching here. They wouldn't tell me. I also asked if I could get a picture with them all, watching our next movie, since it was my home, but they said no, and then left. I ended up watching Hobo With a Shotgun by myself. Maybe they're not my real friends.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
My Typical Wednesday Movie Night
I'm actually not pictured. I was asked to go out for cigarettes and Taco Bell. No clue what they're watching here. They wouldn't tell me. I also asked if I could get a picture with them all, watching our next movie, since it was my home, but they said no, and then left. I ended up watching Hobo With a Shotgun by myself. Maybe they're not my real friends.
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They don't love you enough, Bill. Not like we do.
Not like we do.
Hey, cheer up, man. I mean, you got to see that crazy-ass awesomely amazing Hobo with a Shotgun, after all. Wasn't it the greatest? I mean, Gary muthafreakin' ROBOCOP Busey, man! What more could you possibly ask for?!
(OK, true, I may have gotten a little bored with it myself by about 15, 20 minutes in, but later I heard I'd missed all the awesome parts.)
Stacia, your love is scary to me.
John - Gary Busey? Was he in there somewhere? If he was, and if the movie had awesome parts, then I missed them, too.
That's funny, my movie night with Holly Hunter went exactly the same way. Weird.
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