I am proud to say I am frequent and regular ( if you get my drift), especially for a man my age. That is until I attend a special I-max 3D showing of the film Gravity and Mt. St Helens starts rumbling. Finally, the urge cant be ignored. A whispered, Excuse me squeeze squeeze, down the aisle. Pardon, squeeze squeeze. Yes, we know its annoying to the patrons, but so are the creepy looks and eye-rolls behind the bozo-the-clown mega-scale-yellow-3-D-glasses. So are the heavy exhalations and knee curtsies. Remember the alternative folks! I was not wearing a hermetically sealed space suit.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 00:51:07 +0000
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