So earlier this year in January, I was at a movie with my boyfriend of three months--the movie was "The Green Hornet" and it's terrible never ever see it. There we were waiting for the movie to start, I--being my innocent self--was sitting there so harmlessly, daintly nibbling on my popcorn when Chris rudely and maliciously tosses a piece right down my shirt. So being the lady-like female that I am, I dug it out of my shirt and ate it looking completely unphased. Then exercising the first, most equal retaliation that I could think up, took a wad of that salty, buttery goodness and shoved it straight up his nose.
Needless to say, he was quite horrified by my action. Such that he could not speak for a minute or two. When he recovered, he stared me in the eye--popcorn hanging from his nose--and said, "I cannot believe... you just did that."
I smiled innocently, "Don't throw popcorn down my shirt."
Let's just say he never did that again. Then again... we did break up three days later... Correlation? Possibly.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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