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Sun 20 Apr, 2008 01:06 am
I finally realized that.
You guys know what I'm talking about. I went to the movies tonight and got some puffed corn (I call it puffed corn because only inbred hick farmers call it popcorn). Anyway I'm trying to be a part time model you see...and I was talking to my agent on my blackberry (brag) and the lady behind the counter asked if I wanted butter on it. I was like "WHY EVEN ASK YOU DUMB REDNECK?!". I was so pissed. Like, really who doesn't want butter on their puffed corn? It was so obnoxious of her to interrupt my very important phone call. By the time that douche got my puffed corn fixed I was so exasperated that I just threw it right back in her face. Anyway the manager came out and told me to leave and never come back. I didn't even get to see the new Al Pacino film that was playing. Stupid broads like this need to be dealt with, am I right?
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You did nothing of the sort and are just trying to get attention on the internet.
I call it popcorn.
and i prefer it with salt not butter.
Wanna make sumpthin of it!
It's popcorn.
also...It's not "I went to the movies" It is proper to say "I went to the movie theater"
Sheeesh...redneck idiot!
That bitch deserved what you gave her, as does every other woman you come into contact with that is a position of service.
Geesh. I can't believe she had the nerve to ask you such a stupid question.
I would have known right off the bat not to interrupt you and from observing your complexion and physique that you wanted extra butter.
For once I agree with primotivo. I mean, the customer is ALWAYS right. Right?
Only people with sugar in their tanks call it 'puffed corn'
Although I agree with primotivo in principle... I find him to be a dickless pussy. If that bitch had spoken to me that way and i knew i would be ejected from the theater anyway... I would have slapped that whore, bent her over the counter and hit her in the keister.
Be a man primo, if you can mange it.
squinney that wasn't too immature was it?
popcorn, puffed corn, who cares
the real question is, why do they call that yellow crap they soak it with butter
the real question is... why is a movie ticket and a popcorn/soda/candy combo more expensive than hiring a limo and a hooker for the evening?
Bi-Polar Bear wrote:the real question is... why is a movie ticket and a popcorn/soda/candy combo more expensive than hiring a limo and a hooker for the evening?
It's worth it just for the Goobers and Good n Plenty.
Bi-Polar Bear wrote:the real question is... why is a movie ticket and a popcorn/soda/candy combo more expensive than hiring a limo and a hooker for the evening?
That's actually a really stupid question.
Obviously, they have to pay the dumb girl behind the counter and they have to pay her like the same as they'd pay a man.
except no man would be stupid enough to take that job.. well maybe an emerging gay teenager..... like primo....
Primotivo seems to be losing his touch. Some of his topics have been provocative, even though intentionally inflammatory. This one is just plain stupid.
Everytime I read one of Primotivo's posts I reminded of the operetta "Candide" in which Maximillon sings:
Quote:Life is absolute perfection,
As is true of my complexion.
Every time I look and see me,
l'm reminded life is dreamy.
Although I do get tired
Being endlessly admired,
People will go on about me -
How coud they go on without me?
(lf the talk at times is vicious,
That's the price you pay when you're delicious.)
Life is pleasant, life is simple -
Oh my God, is that a pimple?
No, it's just the odd reflection
Life and I are still perfection!
I am everything I need!
Life is happiness indeed!
Well, okay, except for the "life is happiness indeed" part because Primovito is always so darn grumpy.
Nice song, boomer. But when Primo threw in the part about being
a model, I thought of this one. Hey, it could be his theme song!
I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my
'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
And I'm too sexy for this song
To be fair, primotivo has sparked quite a few threads where spirited debate has ensued.
Unfortunately, this is not one of them.
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