Why You Shouldnt' Watch Movies With Me

When I watch movies its really hard for me to suspend reality and just freakin' enjoy the movie. Everyone I watch movies with always ends up telling me to shut the fuck up. I watched John Tucker Must Die this weekend by my lonesome. These are the thoughts that were either in my head or came out of my mouth, because apparently talking to myself is cool too.

- WHAT kind of high school allows girls to dance around in trampy cheer leading outfits, surely none that I know!

- John Tucker definitely does not exist. If he was a REAL guy in a REAL high school, he would have gotten his ass kicked my now.

- Umm in what high school does the dress code permit belly shirts?!

- Jenny Garth is way too hot to be a mom, no mom is seriously THAT hot.

- There's no way that little blonde girl wouldn't have gotten knocked up by now.

- What spelling bee would ask an 8th grader to spell "loser"? Was that a spelling bee for retards?

- Where do they make bras that are 100% hemp? Do they even exist? And if so, wouldn't they be itchy?

- No one could move their child around that much without CYS coming and snatching them up.

- Men would never wear thong...NEVER. Unless they were getting paid ALOT of money, like all of them were to be in that movie.

- Seriously, where does it say in high school basketball regulations that you can hang off the hoop when you make a basket?

- Why are goth girls attending a school function? They look bored. Why don't they just leave?

Seriously, don't ever watch movies with me. You have been warned.