We had a double feature date night last night. J-Law and Kate B for me, Chris Pratt and generic white guys for her.
I think movie critic is the most bullshit, made-up job ever. And stupid people keep encouraging it. Every time a person tells me something like, the critics didn't like that movie I make a judgment about said person.
Mostly, that they're a fucking idiot incapable of thinking for themselves.
You're so salty this morning, Rudy.
I don't know why that's bad. Salty means I have fucking flavor. So, eat me.
I think the tip of my nose is sunburnt. Or a zit is forming.
I need coffee.
Titty sprinkles or whatever.