At a movie theater on Saturday night my sister suggested that I ingest the Olivio Buttery Spray on the counter, sans popcorn. In the course of my response I realized–with frustration–that one cannot pantomime such an act while simultaneously mimicking the "chh chh" sound that the act’s requisite dispenser would make. Foiled!
Is that observation worth a blog post? Eh, fuck it.
BTW, the movie was Little Miss Sunshine, which I saw with the fam, appropriately. In my recollection, it’s the only movie that has ever made me cry the normal way and then cry from laughter–like, actual tears on cheeks. Good times. (As you know, I’m a big fan of entertainment that elicits bodily functions.)
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