To escape from life for a little while we headed to the movies. Saw Mel Gibson's new flick, and boy-o-boy could he use some Botox. He looked wrinklie and old and short. And the movie stunk, too. The enjoyable part was that we got to move seats because the people directly behind us had a loud running commentary. Once we moved, the new people behind us were diddling each other. At least that's what we inferred from the soft moans. Now, as I said, the movie was pret-ty dry. But some parts apparently were wetter than others.
We ended our cheap date with Taco Bell and fruit punch.
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