Trois Choses

So, I'm with Sammy (Clarke, my best guy friend), and we're watching this trippy horror movie (which I will discuss in about two milliseconds). With this in mind, I have three pieces of advice to...advise you of.

1) Always take time out of your schedule to hang out with your best friends. Whether it's all of them together or just one at a time; always take time to be with them. It'll make you the one sane person in this insane society.

2) Go to Hooters if you need to unwind. Some hot, extremely friendly (no double entendres intended) women, delicious hot wings and an infinite amount of TVs, mixed with your best buddies: that's the best way to kick back and have a great time.

3) Never watch The Collector. This is my second time seeing it. It'll make you have a heart attack. It's a terrible movie. Morally. The writing is genius, in a way. I mean, no movie has ever made me freak out as much as this movie did/does. It's not even scary! It's just SO intense that it's almost impossible to not like, freak the hell out while watching it. I watch the movie shaking, freaking about not knowing what's going to happen next; and I've already seen it! Seriously, no movie makes me cringe...except this one. I mean, if you wanna be thoroughly freaked out and possibly have an aneurism, feel free to rent it (at least do the Blu-Ray, to get some money's worth). But honestly, I may die if I watch this movie a third movie.


With that, O my brothers, I bid you a dandy farewell, and a pleasent goodnighty.