Year One...no. It shouldn't have happened.
I know guys, I know. My idea, my bad. I was wrong. Michael Cera's adoraklutzness does not make up for the movie's excessive sodomy/bestiality jokes and overall disgustingness.
Definitely not renting that one.
And even though the majority of the group's attempts to movie skip to the proposal were thwarted, we still had a freaking awesome time!
We went to McDonald's right after the movie because it's right across the street and we were starving. Then, after about 45 minutes there and another demonstration of Trey's third nipple, we went to Coldstone. I got a milkshake, Bobby got twix ice cream, Becca got Birthday Cake Remix, and Trey got Lemon Sorbert.
The guy who made my milkshake seemed to suffer from a serious case of bitterness and depression; he never once showed any emotion other than general gloominess. I was too afraid to tip him, lest I be forced to listen to this poor, unfortunate soul attempt to sing to me (as Coldstone employees are made to do when they are tipped). Plus, he just seemed kind of angry at the world.
Anyway, everyone shared their ice cream once we were at the table- though I stole Bobby's spoon to do this since you have to actually ask for a spoon and I was terrified of Cynical Depression Boy and his Superpowers of Gloom.
After we were done with our ice cream, we played a game of BS. In the end, Trey caught me bullshitting, allowing Bobby, who came after me, to put his final card down. By now it was like nine something and the sun was setting. We all went out into the parking lot and I found some bubbles in the back of my car. Becca and Bobby blew bubbles and we all kind of goofed off. Some old guy was laughing at us, but he was just jealous.
We were right next to highway 400 and at one point, this jeep full of teenagers or preteens or whatever drove past. All of them were "WHOOO!"ing at the top of their lungs. Trey busted out with a "OH YEAH! WHOO! I KNOW I'M HOT!" causing us all to nearly bust a gut laughing.
After our parking lot tomfoolery, I drove Bobby to Publix, where we switched cars and he drove, with Becca and Trey following in her car. We all went to Bobby's house and played Smash Brothers something nonsense. Suffice it to say, I lost. Bad. Like, "Brianne, do you live under a rock?!" bad. Half the time, I fell off the platform because of my own failness. Scratch that, all the time.
After video games, we played with Bobby's EPIC collection of fake/toy/wooden weapons. And I was the bad guy cause I had a black shirt on? Even though Trey was in all black? Hmmm.
Then Becca was being annoying with this chirping toy chick so I put it down my shirt and forgot about it.
Then there were perverted jokes, followed by a slight religious debate.
After, I went to grab my purse since it was almost midnight and I had to be home between then and one.
It was at this point that the forgotten chick fell put of my shirt and people laughed at me.
But that was my Friday. Care to tell me about yours?
So, last Friday was fabulous despite the biggest movie failure of all time.