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This time tomorrow, we’ll be starting out second movie—Superfly, not Dolemite unfortunately. Isha recommended a place near where I work called Invisible Cinema, which ended up carrying all the rarer movies I needed, except Dolemite. Of the blaxploitation films they had in stock, the guy there recommended Coffy over Superfly. I checked out the movie description, and Coffy has Pam Greer shooting drug dealers in the crotch and getting into cat fights where the tops go a-ripping. In the end, I figured with Barbarella and Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! on the docket, the bare boobs portion of the evening weighed heavily enough as is.

We may be online and posting throughout the day, dependant on whether I can leverage Jorge’s technical acumen and making my wireless fucking router work. Jorge is S-M-R-T, so I have faith in him. Failing that though, don’t expect to hear from me until late Sunday, and even then I’ll just log on to say “eyes burny… stomach sicky… me go back to sleepy now.”

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Anonymous said…
Burp.
Anonymous said…
Sorry about that.
I just typed that because it was short and I wanted to be first.
Now that I stand on the pinnacle of the comments platform, it tastes bitter. This victory stuff needs more sugar.

Man, I can't believe we're watching movies for 24 hours straight. Me? I'll probably catch some z's somewhere in there.

Call me a wuss, but when you wake up the next day drooling, with your pants around your ankles, your wife gone, and your cats shaved, you'll have no one to blame but yourself, Dave.

NO ONE!
Beth said…
You can totally figure out how to make the wireless router work! I figured out mine and I don't know anything! I didn't even know what a nuclear panner plant was!

I wish I could be there for your movie marathon, but I'm boycotting it because you aren't showing Crimetime.
Anonymous said…
gosh, I wish I could be there.
Invisible Cinema is a great corporate sponsor to have, glad to hear that they are still around. And I hear that Venus Envy has moved in next door. Lucky you.
Have fun!
Jay said…
Dave, I have just noticed that, according to your picture, you have really let yourself go since turning 30.

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