Gitcher groove on, jigger
It’s already started. You’ve heard it, too. Everywhere you go, any place you go into–the goddamn Christmas music. I mean, aside from the fact that the suicide rate peaks around the holidays, I’m just plumb tired of hearing all those holiday songs. You know, I used to be in band, and we rehearsed and performed the whole battery of X-mas tunes, so they’ve been battered into my eternal memory, and I needs me a break.
The ending of "Titanic" gets me every time. Not because it’s so touching, but because it’s so stupid. The dumb old broad kept that priceless Heart of the Ocean stone until she turned 98, and then chucked it into the sea? I mean, wouldn’t she have been sort of poor after she was rescued since she basically disowned Billy Zane (sooo hot. I so wouldn’t mind being his trophy wife) and her mother, so why not start afresh with some big bucks?
Movies are retarded.
