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As a tradition, after a movie we all go and stand outside the movie theater and talk for at least 30 minutes. Its the Camilo Inertia theorem at work. If any of you recall, it used to happen at dinner and lunch quite a bit as well at college. Well, I just have to mention right here, right now, that noone is better at bringing up an oddball conversation than Alex. He really says things so out there that its amazing, especially since usually its just in there enough that the conversation topic actually changes to whatever he said. Too bad for him, Mike took the cake this time for off-hand comment, though Alex did win for most disgusting mental image.
Well, it began with talk of the movie. To the side, a group of middle school kids was rolling change down the parking lot. We discussed chasing after the change, desperate for money as we are - college students, you understand. A goth girl there, whom I don't know, mentioned that necrophilia scenes were cut out ot House of A Thousand Ghosts", and that she really wanted to see those scenes. I pointed out that necrophilia scenes could be used to spruce up all kinds of movies - Forrest Gump, Fried Green Tomatoes, Moulin Rouge - you know, movie movies. Later, South Park came up - I can't remember why. Nonetheless, we arrived at the Southpark detailing Lemmiwinks passage through the rectum of a gay leather-clad teaching assistant. Me and Alex, delving into the curiosities of such an act, pointed out that if a gerbil were shoved into your ass, it would probably start clawing, biting, and generally fighting for its defense, causing much pain in your normal human anal passages. At this point, Mike interjected - "No, you have to put it in a plastic baggie first."
About 5 seconds later me and Alex, realizing that Mike has a source of information for this kinda thing, backed off very quickly. Mike had to do some fast talking to explain himself. Well, the conversation continued on through the usual list of topics: "fish fetish," "Troy McClure," "Family Guy and blowholes," "how stupid British Military is," "how creepy goth girl was," "what people were doing running to the empty lot behind the theater," "midget porn," "Crazy Mitch's crazy porn shop," "working at a porn shop," "fish anuses," - like I said, usual stuff.
Well, in an effort to top the anal gerbil expedition Mike brought up, Alex told us all about this delightful video he once saw on Fox. Well, I hate to go into the details, but its the only way that you can quite understand the grandeur of the visual image he brought into our heads. There's a fellow on a farm, he's going to the bathroom, or taking a shit as it were. He's reading his newspaper, has his pants around his ankles when along comes a donkey. Now, understand, this isn't just any donkey - this is a donkey with a mission, a real feckin' mission. He's looking for love. So, he approaches the man, and lets just say that the man could tell that this donkey was standing at attention (with a length of two or three feet judging by the blur.) So, the man grabs up his pants and starts scooting away, newspaper in hand. Now, at this point I can only imagine the donkey's thinking, "Ooh boy, this gal's playin' hard to get. Look at 'er, pants unzipped only one hand holding it up . . . she's begging for it." Well, donkey (no relation to Shrek's donkey) decides that its time to chase down his 'gal and goes after the guy (who still doesn't drop the newspaper). Guy tries to push donkey away, donkey is just too filled with the power of his love for this guy. Guy's pants fall down, guy falls down, donkey gets on top, and well, apparently the donkey stuck his three foot long burrito into the poor guy's enchilada. And started going at it.
Now, if you're picturing this correctly you should have a donkey on top of a hillbilly with his pants down, face down in the dirt, and the donkey is cornholing the poor farmer like he's the last donkey on earth and this guy needs to bear his children. I think it was at this point that I went blind temporarily, as the image burned its way through my frontal lobe, through the midbrain and the brain stem, straight through to the occipital lobe and out the back end of my skull, though certainly the image left its mark. Well, after this point there was nowhere to go but down, and we talked a bit longer, realized we were the last cars left, and yahooed at our temerity. Yes, we outlasted the employees. So, then we left, after seeing a cat that looked suspiciously dog-like and remains as of yet on the loose and unidentified.
Final Thought: Never take a crap near a donkey, never stuff a gerbil up your ass without a Ziploc, and always beware of goth girls who's idea of a good movie involves necrophilia. Also, if you think about the conversation, there's a very good reason everyone was gone when we'd finished.
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