As expected, GrindHouse is the greatest movie ever made, and though i can't speak for all of you, chances are if you associated with me in your life, you'll agree.
(Though this guy wasn't exactly in the movie, you do see his gnarled face quite a bit. Seems he's quite a man in real life)
But perhaps the weekend's most amazing event was meeting a particular newly pregnant couple in Ann Arbor that filled me in on how fate smacked them up: Apparently, even though she was on the patch (messed up her dose rotation) and he was using a condom (broke during the act) and they had access to Plan B, or "the morning after pill," (which was administered with the prescribed dosage and timetable) but she still managed to find herself with child. (you can now insert a reference to this being the will of your particular deity).
And I never had sex again.
"Sex here!"
I'll take 7...
2 comments:
If you're going to hire the best to kill the bad guys, just make sure that you're not the bad guys.
Yeah, it wasn't as good as The Little Mermaid, but it was good.
I had sex one time.
Skelert has a point... now that we know who the statistics screwed... that makes it all the more improbably that it would happen again to anyone we know.
Cleared hot!
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