Terminator Salvation and Stinkfuck

Another unchronologically posted movie going nightmare (from now on they'll be all chrono)


This guy wasn't as self absorbed as most, he just smelled like he didn't give a fuck, and you know what?
That's fine!
If you don't leave the fucking house. If and when you do leave the house IN SWEAT PANTS that have probably never been washed you're a fucking cunt. In fairness to Stinkfuck, he probably doesn't leave the house very often. A 46 year old, unloveable, jobless, alocholic has little reason to commune with the clean. Unless, of course, there's a shitty director buttfucking a somewhat respectable movie franchise, then by all means, slap on the sweatpants from hell, dig up the bus money, and venture in the world of the employed and curious.

We were sitting in front row of the main area where you can put your feet on the railing, it's wonderful. This guy had either figured out the same thing or just has bad eyes from years of mainlining tequila directly into his eyes, because he sat right there, one seat away from the very showered, very excited, and very annoyable writer of this shit blog.

The worst part of this experience was that I had a way out. A friend of his stopped by to talk for a minute and he smelled like a
dewy
fucking
meadow

A very large back man (i think it's relevant) that must've ran directly from the shower to cinema. He smelled heavenly. His short conversation ended with a "No, I don't want to sit with you. I want to go smell good over there in the front row" and joined some other brothas in the front section where I bet he used his massive neck rolls to rest his head while he craned his neck up.

My olfactory punishment was so sever that I did something that I normally wouldn't because I would hate to hurt the person's feelings. I got up and moved. One more seat away. I made my party of six all move down one seat. It didn't help.

The breeze blowing in from the entrance hallway would only exacerbate the situation. I believe they call it "wafting." Yes, his unwashed, stale cigarette smokey, body odor was wafted to me. Fortunately for the wife, I acted as a very effective smell barrier.

I always tell her how lucky she is to have me, and that day it was inarguable.



Ps.
Why would the machines make a motorcycle that a human could ride. With all the controls there for a human to just hack and jump on and ride like a regular bike?? WHY!

Pps.
Mcg (Poindexter McGurkenstein I assume) is a douche. I'm so sick of movies for adults aiming for a PG13 rating so they can make optimal profits. Why not make something with the intention of it being good? A movie about robots killing people and using them in experiments should be violent as all fuckout.




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