
Tonight a bunch of us all gathered together to watch one of the finest cinematic achievements of the past 100 years. Casablanca? Rio Bravo? No, of course not, Better Off Dead. Oh genius. We had fronch bread, fronch fries, and to drink, Peru! Seriously, we did. I think half the room (there were about 20 of us) hadn't seen it before. Travesty children! It's an essential component of any esoteric 1980's pop culture movie conversation. Where else would you learn such important ski lessons such as "Go that way. Really fast. If something gets in your way, turn." It's kept me safe so far. Or the importance of keeping your newspaper bills paid, not boiling bacon, or lighting matches after drinking primer? The best thing is that I'm close to matching Charles Dumar and saying, "I've been in this school seven years Lane, I'm no dummy." Here's Emily with the fronch fries.
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