Remember when I rode my bike after school to the local vid store (the one on other side of the tracks, the one that would rent porn to anyone ). I got there right when the UPS guy did..snagged it up...hit my buddies house...stuck it in the top load vhs...had 2 Mickeys big mouths....and had the time of our lives...ahh 1987.
it's so annoying because when I'm between shifts I really want to chat about Tarkovsky and the Realist Schools' impact on cinema through its portrayal of the duality of mankind, but all these guys want to do is run around screaming "COME TO DADDY!" and "WHO'S LAUGHING NOW!" while waving their arms around...sigh...time to go refill the bread baskets again.