I went to see Hairspray with friends today, but the soundtrack was fucked up and made the movie (a musical) unlistenable. All three of us complinaed, but apparently the copy of the movie the theater has is broken- but they've been showing it for several days anyway! The assholes! We got our money back from an employee, but the manager kind of went and hid while we got our refunds. We left the threater and walked around for a miinute in the mall the theater is in, then walked back past the theater to exit, and I saw the manager. I felt a little bit bitchy (not angry, but indignant) so I told the manager "Thanks! You were a big help!" in my uber-perky death-is-imminent voice, waved, smiled, and kept walking. My friends said he looked kind of frightened.
My right ball hurts.
Eyeball?
No, manball.
Cut it off.
+ to each of you. I lolled.