
Empire strikes back is thirty. Back to the Future is twenty-five. Time sure Mcflys.
In case you are wondering, yes I do have an excellent sense of humor.
Here is my birthday gift to you Star Wars trilogy. It's in the form of a confession/apology. " Dear Empire Strikes Back, I'm really sorry I saw Spaceballs before I saw Star Wars." and while I'm at it. " Dear Spaceballs, I'm sorry I didn't get most of the references since I hadn't seen Star Wars and was young and stupid. And I'm also sorry that I think you've aged very badly and I will never rent you again at a video store." And the last one: " Hello Back to the Future. Happy Birthday. Your gift was the lousy Mcfly joke I said earlier."
Speaking of videos. I would really love it if someone made me a beautiful cake and brought it to my house and we would eat it while watching some lovely movie, preferably a comedy. It wouldn't hurt if it didn't have Ben Stiller or Jennifer Aniston in it...aaand wasn't a sequel. Oh and the cake would have to be wheat-free since I'm allergic and have done my share of projectile vomiting today.
I woke up, walked into the bathroom and raised some hell. It was epic, almost fun. The projectile part makes it so much more interesting than the boring old way of throwing up.
I think I've said enough today. My brain is a bit wonky.
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