The fact that you still even have a Blockbuster where you live is the most surprising part of that entire story.
I still write with three fingers and my thumb on the pen, at primary school they used to make me use one of those triangle things with the hole in the middle over the pen so I would hold it properly but it hurt my hand so I'd always throw it away.
In case anyone was curious, the $3 boxed wine tastes like salad dressing. But we're still drinking it because everything on this fucking beach closes at 8, and the $6 rum tastes like lighter fluid but burns worse.
Oh, something I can answer with my extensive video store work! We had a ton of classic movies, but then something happens. They get rented. And because they're rentals, most people treat them like glorified Frisbees, tossing the DVDs around, handling them like monkeys flinging their poop, then bringing them back and screaming 'THIS DOESN'T WORK! FUCK YOU!" as if we sit behind the counter with our keys out scratching DVDs for shits and giggles. I know at our store we cleaned and buffed every movie before we sent them out, and getting back movies that were scratched was our biggest headache so we always went out of our way to fix them before sending them out. Sometimes, they just end up unwatchable because video store customers, quite frankly, just don't give a fuck about the condition of the movie once they've watched it. Eventually, people bitch about a disc being scratched enough, and most video stores just pull it and toss it. My guess is they had The Breakfast Club at one point, until it got scratched to the point of being unwatchable, then they had to do some math. Drop $12 on a DVD that will rent four times a year for a buck a pop (so almost guaranteed to lose money), pending, of course, they could find it, or just tell those four customers "sorry, we don't have it." From a business and economic standpoint, buying that movie would be stupid. One of the things video stores have to deal with is damaged movies, and whether or not to replace them. More often than not, replacing them would lose the store money, so they don't bother. If it has high enough demand, and enough people ask about it, they might replace it. The Breakfast Club (one of my personal favorites, mind you) probably wouldn't have that kind of demand. Besides, just download it. You know who has it? iTunes. Amazon Prime. And those are the legal options.
I'm drunk in Canada and get to give my first two week notice on Monday. I've won this thread. Currently pounding water and watching SportsCentre. Yep, I spelled that right, Europeans are so cute.
That's cool and all, bro. But, you can't win a thread with a gif theme without posting a gif. The Russian judge will give higher marks for tits. Edit: okay, Z10, quit changing my tits to tots and fucks to ducks.
Unfortunately, since I'm on a remote beach in South America, no one will be giving me the banana hammock before I leave. Layover's in Fort Lauderdale though, so... Boys, the line starts over there.
After Shaft, Before Shaft in Africa! With a badass helicopter chase finale! FUCK. You work in a movie store, shit like that should snap in your mind like a word does with one of those genetic mutant spelling bee kids with the hellspawn parents.
You know how I know it's not pronounced "jif?" Because I had to spell it "jif" just so you wouldn't pronounce it "gif."
My father used to work with the man that invented .gifs. Apparently the inside joke was "choosy programmers choose .gifs," and the pronunciation stuck.
A cleavage shot is posted and only one person asks for more nudity! Yet you idiots can ramble at length about a defunct video store not having an obnoxious movie? Great priorities around these parts.
I went out with an old high school friend last night. He's always been a little off, but we've been tight for a long time, so I listened when he informed me he had invented a new sex move. I told him it was my opinion there were no new sex moves, everything has been done at some point by someone else. I was wrong. Lie a woman on the floor and then push your foot up her ass to the ankle. Then try and walk around with the woman attached to your foot. He called it the "Screaming Slipper".
I'm tired. And hungover. And bummed that I'm stuck in Florida for the next 7 weeks alone. Wahhhhhh. Ah, yes. The Screaming Slipper. It's actually a classic. I like to double up and have a lad on each foot.
Florida in June sounds like fun....Maybe you could go to Orlando and watch all the miserable tourists as they try not to die from the heat and humidity.