Yeah, but it is like all those movies. If a person dies in the movies, it is sorta sad. If an animal dies though, it is soul-crushingly sad. He just Hollywood'd it up a little!
I dont' remember what our mandatory art class was called, but we had to attend artsy shit too and write about it. For the dance one, I attended a karate tournament, and the instructor took it. I never was sure if they actually read those things.
that one of the many reasons why i don't like going to the movies. Other rustles provided by movie theaters include:
Same exact shit happened to me and my date in IM3. And this little bastards father was actually responding to his comments the entire time. My date and I started out by doing the "look slightly back with disgusted faces" move, and it eventually ramped up to almost locking eyes with him, or she and I loudly going "some people need to STFU". Nothing, nada, dude was oblivious. I don't want to hit a a kid but....I don't know how to finish this sentence.
Slow walkers in general. Fatties, some women, the old. Sometimes I fantasize about just trampling them. Feels good. Then I return to a rustled reality.
What is up with the phenomenon when a group of black women walk down any sidewalk they have to walk slow and line themselves up horizontally across the entire pavement?
I went to C2E2 last year and walked through the aisles with many of the unwashed. It smelled like a fuckin' chili cook off whenever I walked past some people.
We have this sickeningly fat person at work that smells to high heaven. A buddy was trying to get by him in the break room while fatty was at the vending machine. Fatty backed up suddenly and my buddies hand grazed the back of fatties ass for less than half a second of contact. His stand stunk for 2 days, even after washing the hell out of it, including a shower. Less than a second of contact, and fatty managed to transfer his funk.
