Don't be alarmed or disgusted, but I was dying to see Nacho Libre. I love Jack Black and I think he's highly underrated as a physical commedian and reminds me of other such fat funny guys, John Belushi and Chris Farley.
I finally convinced the hubby to take me. Since we very rarely get to go to the movies, he's so picky about which one we see. I begged, pleaded and gambled a blow job before he agreed.
It was everything I hoped for: funny, gross, and oddly endearing.
As we were leaving the theater, I asked the hubby what he thought of the movie. He replied, "It's not as funny as Tommy Boy." I swear he was smug too.
Oh yeah, like he's getting that bj anytime soon now.
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Ummm, I was going to leave an off-color comment, but I'm above that sort of childish humor.
But I may have to show up at your door with Shallow Hal, Saving Silverman, Orange County, The Cable Gut and Bob Roberts.
Good God woman… don’t you know the first rule of guy-dom? With the exception of the ever coveted “two-of-a-kind”, NOTHING trumps the bj! This movie could have a cinematic masterpiece of epic proportions and still Mr. Compton would have been discussing cinematography and lighting design like he was Roger freakin’ Ebert. And this isn’t a fault of Mr. C’s — it’s the first rule! Even if there is the slightest chance of the bj, he’s gotta take that chance.
(Sadly, unlike the more thought out “Fight Club” it’s the second rule of guy-dom that states that you don’t talk about the rules of guy-dom)
Pull your panties out of your crack, brother-in-law. I made good after all.
The first rule of a bj, don't promise and not give. He won't fall for it the next time.
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