Miles and I went to see The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. (click on picture to go to official site) Now this was a really stupid movie. I was hoping it would relieve my sense of nausea. I'm definitely feeling it. The injecting of the juice has become uneventful. The needle is so small and thin that it doesn't give hardly a sensation of penetration. I have to hold it there till it empties the juice into my body.
Oh, yeah, the movie. There were some hilarious parts in it. When he stabs himself in the leg to prove he's paralyzed is too funny. There's more than what you see in the commercial. At last someone got the idea to not overexpose the best parts. Most often than not its sophmoric and one gag after another. It's pretty much what I expected so I wasn't dissapointed.
Wait till the end of the credits to see Walker and Texas Ranger with thier Granny discussing a Faulkner book. It was just like an english class I had in College. Too damned funny to believe. I loved that moment best of all.
I just shot up my spit shot and I'm stopping for now. Can't wait to swallow my own vomit....
Gonna cook for Dad and I.
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