A conversation I had with my sister recently:
- Carlynne
- have we discussed inglourious basterds yet?
- me
- you mentioned it
- Carlynne
- You seen it?
- me
- no
- Carlynne
- WHY IN THE HELL NOT
- me
- the next movie we go see will probably be up
- Carlynne
- WHAT IN THE SHINY FRICK DO YOU WANT TO SEE THAT FOR
- NO SCALPING OF NAZIS IN THAT ONE
- SEEEEE IIIIIIITTT
- me
- but, but
- it has a baloon house
- :(
- Carlynne
- SCALPING.
- OF.
- NAZI’S.
- me
- HOUSE.
- WITH.
- BALLOONS ON.
- Carlynne
- ok. ok fine.
- lets go over this again however
- tarantino has made one of his best films, its funny, ironic, so well shot its ludicrous, featuring someof the best performances ive seen in a while and JEWS SCALPING NAZI’S and you have no immediate plans to see it.
- so…
- me
- One more timefrom the top.
- There is this house see?
- And it’s got BALLOONS on
- BALLOONS
- And the BALLOONS make the house a floaty-flyey house
- Carlynne
- oh man. bit of throat hurty from too much laughing.
Extra Value: I asked my sister via text message if I could use our conversation for a blog post. Her response?
“Do it. Ho.”
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