I had a great time in Vegas. Bin Laden was shot in the head while I was in the sky. We learned about his demise after our plane landed. May 1st, 1985 I was born and 26 years later, Osama Bin Laden, the world's biggest jerk is dead. From what I learn via reading better writers than myself, the operation was an example of the very best covert action that only exists in Hollywood where you show up, kill the target then leave. Somehow I felt good. I don't want to feel pleasure about the death of another person, no matter how much he deserved it but apparently I couldn't stop. I was delight and the feeling hasn't gone away entirely.
Watching a movie isn't hard. It's a simple 3-steps process. Turn on the movie, sit on the couch or bed, watch the movie. In the grand scheme of life's activities, it's low on the scale of complexity.
Most of you can handle this process. Many women can't. In the middle of Heat scene between Pacino and De Niro, for instance, she might wonder why Pacino had a spiked haircut in Godfather III. She will laugh trying to visualize you with a spike. She will say, while we are on the subject, that you should start using pomade. You don't know what it is. She will take out the laptop to show you. The next thing you know, Val Kilmer's dead.
You rewind the movie and watch the scene again. She sits silent for twenty seconds, then wonders if De Niro's worst movie was Analyze That or The Fan… That gets her going on the unfortunate career of Wesley Snipes. What happened to him. How amazing he was in Waiting to Exhale and Blade. You told her you never saw Waiting to Exhale and she says "you never SAW that movie?". The next thing you know, Val Kilmer's dead.
Hello, friends. Do you have 5 minutes to waste? If you do, you can spend on this "Inches" speech
-k
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