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The Rum Barrel
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Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Me, DeAnn, and Scampi went to Olive Garden and then to The Dark Knight again last night. Definitely the worst experience by far.

Not only was there no Ultra Screen showing that night (for whatever gay ass reason), but the theater experience sucked. We were the first people in the theater and got the best spots, over half an hour early. DeAnn went to the bathroom and two fat people come in with a ginormous popcorn tub. I tell them the seat next to me is taken. The guy points to the one next to Jessica and says "is that one open?" I say yeah, and the guy sits down in DeAnn's spot! Not only was he a smell assturd, but for a freaking hour they were loudly munching on their damn endless popcorn tub. ARGH!!! And when the movie started, the lights wouldn't go off! It was well passed the bank robbery scene before they finally went off. Then the fat guy's phone beeps halfway through the movie.

OH, but it got worse. So the chair DeAnn sat in was super squeaky and she had to sit retardedly to not make noise. I finally offered to switch because hey, the sqeaky chair is a lot less annoying than Fat Bastard and his girlfriend munching next to me. So I had to sit unmoving in the squeaky chair for an hour. But like I said, it was way better than FB and his sumo buddy. Plus the kids behind us were kicking our seats. Ugh.

There was one good part. As we're walking up to buy our tickets, we see this ugly girl with long girl hair and walk up to her. When it started talking, we soon realized it was not a her but a him. DeAnn pointed out later that it's name was Jesus. O. M. G. Freaking hilarious!!!!

Joker Obsession level is still pretty high at this point. I told Libby that I wanted these two other posters of him and I went home and there are 2 posters with wall mounts sitting on my bed. HOT HOT HOT SMEXY BEAST. If only the real one was sitting on my bed. ;) I don't know what it is but something about his character just fires me up like no one else. Not even hot hot Johnny, and that's saying something. O.O

"Harvey, Harvey, Harvey Dent. Excuse me, I wanna drive." - The Joker