Originally posted by: Phuz
Aww... did it give you bad dreams?
It give me indigestion after about ten whole minutes. Taking a child (my son) to the movies is traumatic enough to begin with...I dislike children. I love my son, b/c he is my son, but on the whole, I find children to be sticky, nasty, snot-dripping, money-grubbing, life-ruining, manner-lacking, puke-heaving, free time-annihiliating creatures of death. But anyway....
It was a typical Sunday with Joey (his name changed to protect me). He had been wanting to go see the Space Rat Movie (<--MichaelD's name for Lilo & Stitch) all week.
We get up. We shower (separately, you damn freaks!). I cook a nutritous, fatty bacon, sausage, egg and tortilla breakfast. We drive to Movie Emporium. I pay my $1,832 for admission and popcorn.
We sit down, the movie starts. 10 minutes later, I'm going:
WTF????? This little girl is Satan! It must get better....
45 minutes later I'm saying:
WTF??? The Space Rat is cool...I wish the movie was about him/her/it....I hate that little girl....and I see Joey is taking notes. DAMN!! I must break him again....
I hate this movie. Any GOOD parent sees the inherent evil and deception in this....this...POS.