Next time she’s trying to watch her favorite fucking Romantic Comedy, I’m gonna get wasted and yap at her through the whole goddamn thing…
I’m gonna ask with a condescending giggle - “IS THAT RYAN GOSSLING???” about every actor on the screen, even after she’s told me repeatedly (less politely each time) that he’s not even in this particular movie.
I’m gonna be conspicuously silent, paying rapt attention while shushing her snide remarks, during the scene in the middle where Jennifer Aniston takes off her bra and panties, but right after it’s over I’m gonna say something like “Why can’t the whole thing be like that?”
I’m gonna mock key points in the action with BIG declarations - “Oh, is Reese Witherspoon having doubts about her love! AWWW!!!!”
I’m gonna contemptuously ask if we can change the channel while she’s sobbing at the end - after Katherine Heigl’s love has made the bad boy finally change his ways and they make out in the pouring rain, but before her horny overweight best friend dumps her boyfriend and tells off her boss and signs up for cooking school - because, in my opinion, it’s “over” at that point, no need to watch to the credits…
Yeah… next time she’s trying to watch her favorite fucking Romantic Comedy, I’m gonna get wasted and yap at her through the whole goddamn thing…
Anyway, how was your Super Bowl party?
