Disjointed Musings of the Emasculated
It is an incredibly good thing that I am quite secure in manhood. And by manhood, I don't mean my baby-maker, but my general character as a man. Obviously, this is a worthwhile thing no matter who you are, or where you are, but when you are the only guy on a bus full of college girls traveling to Ohio, it is very easy to feel emasculated.
For instance, the movie selection definitely did not lend itself to securing my testosterone. We started the trip off by watching Moulin Rouge. What an awful movie. The music is sweet, but it's such a weird, weird movie. It gave me a headache trying to figure out where it was going half the time. While it's a strange musical love story, that alone would not have been enough to make me feel like I was growing a vagina.
However, they followed Moulin Rouge up with Save the Last Dance. There is exactly one saving grace to this movie. Julia Stiles is hot, and she is seemingly incredilby flexible. If you can't do the math on that, I'm not going to help you out with it. I commented on that to Danielle, and she didn't seem to find it all that humorous.
They had to pause the movie about halfway through because we made it to the hotel. So we had the joy of looking forward to the other half of it's cinematic genius after the tournament. The tournament went reasonably well, and I did have a great time rooming with Gizzy's brothers. They are insane, and made it a great time.
Drew took the roll away cot, put it in the doorway, and slept with his head in the hallway. His brother open hand slapped his stomach so hard that he burst the blood vessels in his abdomen. It was quite a sight.
Seriously though, it was downright painful to have to watch a bunch of chick flicks in one weekend like that. Especially given that a couple of the girls try and censor the movies that are watched, in order to make sure that they are only watching "appropriate" movies. I'm not saying that we need to watch Boondock Saints or something equally violent and vulgar, but come on. It gets a bit old when the first question asked of any movie, is it PG-13? They aren't even cool with most Adam Sandler movies.
If you are so uptight that you can't appreciate something as funny as an Adam Sandler movie, you should probably take a laxative. Freaking out because there are a couple comments about sex or alcohol is a 14-year old homeschooled over-sheltered conservative Christian kid move. Just grow up and let us enjoy something other than your damn vagina monologue movies.
For instance, the movie selection definitely did not lend itself to securing my testosterone. We started the trip off by watching Moulin Rouge. What an awful movie. The music is sweet, but it's such a weird, weird movie. It gave me a headache trying to figure out where it was going half the time. While it's a strange musical love story, that alone would not have been enough to make me feel like I was growing a vagina.
However, they followed Moulin Rouge up with Save the Last Dance. There is exactly one saving grace to this movie. Julia Stiles is hot, and she is seemingly incredilby flexible. If you can't do the math on that, I'm not going to help you out with it. I commented on that to Danielle, and she didn't seem to find it all that humorous.
They had to pause the movie about halfway through because we made it to the hotel. So we had the joy of looking forward to the other half of it's cinematic genius after the tournament. The tournament went reasonably well, and I did have a great time rooming with Gizzy's brothers. They are insane, and made it a great time.
Drew took the roll away cot, put it in the doorway, and slept with his head in the hallway. His brother open hand slapped his stomach so hard that he burst the blood vessels in his abdomen. It was quite a sight.
Seriously though, it was downright painful to have to watch a bunch of chick flicks in one weekend like that. Especially given that a couple of the girls try and censor the movies that are watched, in order to make sure that they are only watching "appropriate" movies. I'm not saying that we need to watch Boondock Saints or something equally violent and vulgar, but come on. It gets a bit old when the first question asked of any movie, is it PG-13? They aren't even cool with most Adam Sandler movies.
If you are so uptight that you can't appreciate something as funny as an Adam Sandler movie, you should probably take a laxative. Freaking out because there are a couple comments about sex or alcohol is a 14-year old homeschooled over-sheltered conservative Christian kid move. Just grow up and let us enjoy something other than your damn vagina monologue movies.
well, the language was a bit vulgar for my liking here... but it did emphasize your point rather well. but either way, this is a great line: "Freaking out because there are a couple comments about sex or alcohol is a 14-year old homeschooled over-sheltered conservative Christian kid move"
in other news, dude, don't complain about being on a bus full of volleyball girls... unless they have been infected with the cancer that curses that campus with hideousness (excluding of course your handsome self and my handsome self)... then i nothing but sympathize.
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tomtastic |
5:39 PM