Last night I saw Rollerblade--quite possibly the most painful movie I've ever seen. Granted it was a crappy movie night, but even by crappy movie standards it was horrid. The effect it had on me was akin to a dull hangover headache or a bout of nausea. In fact, when I would get the stomach flu as a child, while in the grips of the fever and nausea I would often have nightmares and dreams that were just like Rollerblade. I can't even begin to describe it's crapitude. I'm sure Marty would do a better job anyway, so I direct you to Marty's Marquee. I'm going to need to watch Big Lebowski tonight to cleanse my cinematic palette.
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Come on, you saw, like, 15 minutes of Roller Blade. We had to suffer through all 90 minutes of it.
We did get some sweet snoring recordings of you though.
Those 15 minutes felt like 90.
Wait, does this mean Larry fell asleep during the movie????????? Laurie, are you reading this???????
Imagine how long the 90 felt like. We finally had to watch the last 10 in fast-forward. That movie was like a week in Gitmo.
LD ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night.
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