Dang. Having a huge body image crisis at the movies!
I found the bathroom for Marilyn Monroe, but I can’t find the one for me!
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Don’t feel too bad, Christi. The men’s room door has an outline of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.
You saw them too!
I confess, I noticed The Rock, but frankly found no reason to complain about it.
Hey, she might have curves but she’s bald as a coot. Ha!
Ha! You’ve got a point there!
By the way, I spotted this when we went to see The Darkest Hour and right now I am very impressed with your British determination, pluck, and wit. 😉
We have our moments and that was surely one of the finest. My Grandfather was the Admiral in charge in the war and of course knew Churchill well … I wish I could travel back in time and eavesdrop (but not actually be bombed of course) …. sadly Grandpa died before I was born but my mother has always kept his character alive with her stories …. quite a fellow and very dry humour. I must see the film when it gets here …. love Gary Oldman.
Ooooohhh, now I’m REALLY impressed! Yes, you must see the film. I’m sure you’ll love it. We saw Dunkirk earlier this year and that was… well, maybe not “enjoyable” but it was a extremely good film that kept you engaged the entire time, despite having very little dialogue. Between the two I’d say Dunkirk is the better film, but Darkest Hour is more enjoyable.
Horses, dark ones, we all are. I haven’t seen either film because I frequent the local indie pit every Sunday with a group of old ladies who adopted me when they realised I was on my own. They make me young since I am the junior by 20 years minimum and in one case 41! I will certainly seek em both out. I like your summation. Honest. By that’s you 😊
I hear ya! The more I hang around old ladies, the less I fear becoming one. 🙂
Nor me … I’m almost beckoning age and the lack of self-consciousness it apparently brings. I have seen some fantastic films with my ladies but I leave the choices to them out of some sort of reverence to their age. I will however nudge them towards Churchilll (‘Shursh-heel’ as they will say) when it eventually staggers into our little flea pit.
She has no legs, how does she walk?
I think she hops with her built-in pogo stick!
hahahahahaha – ok, may have veered off to the hysterical side there for a bit. Sigh, if only I had THOSE curves.
Yeah, it’s the story of my life. I went half of it without curves, then we I got ’em, they were in the wrong places! 😉
This makes me feel as if I’m about to be beamed aboard the mother ship. Did you go there as well? Perhaps not. And perhaps I should reevaluate my caffeine intake…
Eventually I entered, I had no choice. I’m tellin’ ya, it was the eeriest bathroom I ever saw. Filled with curvaceous orange women, all hopping about on their pogo sticks and bumping into each other since they had no eyes. I managed to dart in between them and find an empty stall, but they kept knocking against the door and for someone who has a shy bladder in the best of circumstances, it caused me no end of grief. In truth, I missed the previews. 😔
Is her head really orange? Oh my gosh, a female Trump? No way, please God!
Let the fact they have no mouths be a comfort to you! 😉
This isn’t a very on-point comment, but Merry Christmas, CJ!
Perhaps it’s not on point, but I’ll accept it just the same! Merry Christmas, Mitch!
Too funny, Christy! I’ll have to make sure I go before I get there 😉
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Don’t feel too bad, Christi. The men’s room door has an outline of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.
You saw them too!
I confess, I noticed The Rock, but frankly found no reason to complain about it.
Hey, she might have curves but she’s bald as a coot. Ha!
Ha! You’ve got a point there!
By the way, I spotted this when we went to see The Darkest Hour and right now I am very impressed with your British determination, pluck, and wit. 😉
We have our moments and that was surely one of the finest. My Grandfather was the Admiral in charge in the war and of course knew Churchill well … I wish I could travel back in time and eavesdrop (but not actually be bombed of course) …. sadly Grandpa died before I was born but my mother has always kept his character alive with her stories …. quite a fellow and very dry humour. I must see the film when it gets here …. love Gary Oldman.
Ooooohhh, now I’m REALLY impressed! Yes, you must see the film. I’m sure you’ll love it. We saw Dunkirk earlier this year and that was… well, maybe not “enjoyable” but it was a extremely good film that kept you engaged the entire time, despite having very little dialogue. Between the two I’d say Dunkirk is the better film, but Darkest Hour is more enjoyable.
Horses, dark ones, we all are. I haven’t seen either film because I frequent the local indie pit every Sunday with a group of old ladies who adopted me when they realised I was on my own. They make me young since I am the junior by 20 years minimum and in one case 41! I will certainly seek em both out. I like your summation. Honest. By that’s you 😊
I hear ya! The more I hang around old ladies, the less I fear becoming one. 🙂
Nor me … I’m almost beckoning age and the lack of self-consciousness it apparently brings. I have seen some fantastic films with my ladies but I leave the choices to them out of some sort of reverence to their age. I will however nudge them towards Churchilll (‘Shursh-heel’ as they will say) when it eventually staggers into our little flea pit.
She has no legs, how does she walk?
I think she hops with her built-in pogo stick!
hahahahahaha – ok, may have veered off to the hysterical side there for a bit. Sigh, if only I had THOSE curves.
Yeah, it’s the story of my life. I went half of it without curves, then we I got ’em, they were in the wrong places! 😉
This makes me feel as if I’m about to be beamed aboard the mother ship. Did you go there as well? Perhaps not. And perhaps I should reevaluate my caffeine intake…
Eventually I entered, I had no choice. I’m tellin’ ya, it was the eeriest bathroom I ever saw. Filled with curvaceous orange women, all hopping about on their pogo sticks and bumping into each other since they had no eyes. I managed to dart in between them and find an empty stall, but they kept knocking against the door and for someone who has a shy bladder in the best of circumstances, it caused me no end of grief. In truth, I missed the previews. 😔
Is her head really orange? Oh my gosh, a female Trump? No way, please God!
Let the fact they have no mouths be a comfort to you! 😉
This isn’t a very on-point comment, but Merry Christmas, CJ!
Perhaps it’s not on point, but I’ll accept it just the same! Merry Christmas, Mitch!
Too funny, Christy! I’ll have to make sure I go before I get there 😉
Good plan, Diane! 👍