some type of adult girl

dragondicks:

I stayed over at my gf’s flat to celebrate new years with pals and we all watched Paul Blart and then Paul Blart 2 straight afterwards. They’re bad! The second one made us think more fondly of the first one because of how much worse it is.

On the morning of my last day there I was half-asleep in bed while my gf was at her computer and apparently in my sleep I was trying to tell her about how I couldn’t stop thinking about that fucking terrible sausage movie. I was trying to internally debate whether it would be a good candidate for bad movie night or if it would be so abhorrent as to completely remove any comedic value from experiencing it. But I was half asleep so what I was actually doing was torturing myself by thinking constantly about the bad sausage film. Apparently I mumbled to her “you don’t understand… I can’t stop thinking about… the fucking sausage movie…”