I just got back from watching The Fighter. And the bank. And the grocery store. And the gas station. Two gas stations, actually, because the first was out of gas. Well, not all gas, just regular, and it's already ridiculously expensive and an extra forty cents per ten gallons is $4, and now we're talking about the principle of the thing...
Focus.
I just got back from watching The Fighter. I was told it was about boxing. All I saw was Amy Adams.
Seriously, it was like the bastard child of Rocky and The Town, with a special twist. It was a drama about a documentary about the made up character based on a real life person who appeared during the credits. My mind is like a ball of yarn that the cat played with.
Mom, this would be a good time for you to stop reading. Amy, if you can read this, I have thought of little but you, me, a bottle of Hershey's syrup, and Discovery Channel quality animal sex since watching this scene from Talladega Nights.
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| Dear, sweet, baby Jesus. |
Call. Me.
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