I was forced to watch Million Dollar Baby for the second time yesterday at the Gateway Mall (or “Getaway” according to some jologs overheard by Muff) because my parents haven’t seen it yet.
One thing I learned from the whole experience is that you should never watch a movie at Gateway Mall if you only plan on catching some proverbial Zs, which I was. The seats are so hard, and just don’t allow a lot of wiggle room so no amount of fidgeting will produce a position conducive for actually acquiring said Zs.
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Mel Gibson opts for less gore as he removes some of the more offensive scenes from The Passion of the Christ.
If you ask me, no amount of editing can change the fact that it was a bad movie.
Sure Mel, we’ll take you more seriously now that you changed the title to The Passion Recut.
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Last week found me on the floor of a bathroom somewhere in Medical City with my hands inside the toilet bowl, chasing a piece of shit around with a tongue depressor. Who would have thought that a piece of shit could move so fast?
Let me backtrack and explain for a moment why I was in that unpleasant situation. What happened was, I got myself a case of your garden variety diarrhea and I mistook it for a sign that my GERD was working overtime. Hypochondriac that I am, I headed on to my doctor to see if I didn’t deserve to be confined for a week or two.
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