LOOSELY BASED ON A TRUE STORY
OK I mustered my strength and went out to see "Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan" again! However, this time I went along with "Devilish Gal" and we'll call him "Fuzzy Wuzzy," although this "Fuzzy Wuzzy" was fuzzy unlike that other one that was wasn't very fuzzy.
Well, before we even entered the theater, "Devilish Gal" began to torment ME. "Devilish Gal" tells “Fuzzy” about my tendency to break out in giggles when certain scenes from the flick are mentioned. So, she started with that rubbery arm gesture. No, no, no I said as I desperately tried to hide behind her to avoid it.
We’re inside the theater and I sat next to “Fuzzy,” but not because I thought he would be all cuddly and stuff but to act as a buffer zone between she and I. So, I tried starting small talk with “Fuzzy” and I just wasn’t feeling the love, in a manly sort of way.
Some of the theater drones were selling candies and soda from pushcarts. I bought a big ass Cheery Coke® from them and sat next to "Devilish Gal" this time.
The movie starts and yes as expected, I begin to giggle uncontrollably. At one point, I do fall off my seat. During one of the films, more humorous scenes involving token African American Republican Allen Keys and Borat, “Fuzzy” steps out to buy a beverage. However, I don’t know if he bought a regular Coke® or a Diet Coke®, so let’s just say he bought a regular Coke because Diet Coke just doesn’t taste as good as regular Coke®.
At another point during the flick I was about to fall off my seat again but as I was spiraling down towards the floor, I was bearing slightly right when I felt something hit me. I thought to myself as I was laughing my ass off what the f***, that kinda hurt. But, I didn’t mention anything about it fearing that "Devilish Gal" and “Fuzzy” would beat me senseless, take my glasses away so that I would walk around blind like a monkey with poo in its eyes or even worse depants me. You know you shouldn’t pick on people who wear glasses because that could hurt and stuff.
I tried controlling my laughter by covering my mouth and nose because that bloody big ass fizzed out Cherry Coke® finally hit me and I vowed that I would not pee in my pants because of the movie. Therefore, I held it in.
The flick ended and we all walked out. "Devilish Gal" kept doing her scene reenactments from “Borat” to bewilder me and “Fuzzy” just laughed. "Devilish Gal" did give me a hug goodbye and Fuzzy gave me a manly hug goodbye. I guess that made up for all the torture!
As I walked away, I did notice a cute girl writing in what appeared to be a journal but she had a duckie in her big ass purse. So, I kept walking (long story about duckies).
Ta-ta