I don't think I have ever been this psyched for a film in my life. Hopefully I won't leave the theater thinking I'm a boxer the same way I did after 5 margaritas, a few Bud tall boys and Rocky Balboa. The stupid French guy sitting in front of me, like the rest of the stupid French, didn't know when to shut his mouth. I wouldn't be surprised if that guy hasn't been in a movie theater since. Iron Mike...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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"yu le drun peepl in dur movee tearter!" - poor french movie goer.
hahaahahaha
"so i fucking hit the guy" - you
"no no. he never hit the guy, he just mushed his face" -me
"yeah, I just mushed his face" -you
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