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Last night I went to the fancy pants cinema to watch a mentally masturbatory arthouse film. After choosing one I went for the my ceremonial pre-film slash, I noticed a large pile of browned paper and the most part of an actual turd on the floor. Who the hell goes to a classy theater and house of lardi da cinema to take a deuce on the floor? Did someone just get out of some intense, avant garde, mentally disturbing and confrontationally abstract German documentary about the loss of innocence, and then express themselves the only way they could manage in their fractured mental state? I proceeded to drink a liter of soft drink and poor a box of popcorn in and on myslelf while watching a film about a man turning into a walrus and trying to inappropriately touch my girlfriend in public without the usual need to avoid the established faux pas of zero conversation. Cinemas are weird.
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 00:23:19 +0000

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