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When I go I make a big fucking splash. I take two strippers and like 25 of those big North Face parkas that the brothers wear to "save" a whole row of seats. When people ask, "Is this seat taken?" I point to the coats and I'm like, "Fuck yeah! By a big black brother who will definitely fuck you up, dude!" Then me and my girls have the whole row. Sweet!
The Hotbovine dudes paid $30 for the tickets right to my fucking Paypal account! No change left for concessions, but I buy my shit from the supermarket and sneak it in. Vince Neil don't pay no fucking $10 for gummy worms!
I was stoked to go see this movie as an actual reviewer so I did it up right. I dug out the leather outfit I wore for "Shout at the Devil." Dudes, I looked the balls. It was a little tight when I put it on, cuz I put on a few pounds since those days with all the booze and Cheez-its and shit, but I squeezed in there after huffing and puffing and holding my breath.
Anyhow, me, Crystal, Heather and the jackets had the whole middle row. The movie starts and I was bugging out because the guy Marky Mark plays in the movie is named Vince! I was like "Far out!" |