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turn off the radio

i was again thinking about the movie "transformers" today (while eating lunch at my parents house, alone). i was thinking how that was the first movie and only one of a small number that i've ever cried at. i cried when optimus prime died. i was maybe 5 at the time. but i still remember being overwhelmingly sad.

luckily, he came back to life to kick ass like playas do.

then i was thinking about the last time i cried in a movie. it was actually about two years ago. i was the star "victim" in this low-budget porn called "gangbangs of new york". they helped pay off my college loans, but boy does my ass scream out phantom pains while quivering like any child playmate who's ever been the celebritory self-indulging prize of a michael jackson #1 hit, with a bullet mother fucker.

just beat it.

is that a family of crabs on your crotch or are you just happy to see me? oh well yes i suppose it could be both.

i'm going on a pseudo date tonite with duck's married sister julie, to the tiger's game. i haven't seen her in person in about a year and a half it seems. maybe less maybe more? jules is awesome. she fed us underagers in college a healthy supply of liquor (smironov and captains).

posted by fillshe @ 11:38 AM