My last authentic crush was on the landlady from the film, Babe: Pig in the City. An actress friend of mine promised to introduce me, but she never brought it up again and I never asked. Sad na-lang. I made everybody I know sit through that movie. I believe I was quoted at one time as saying, it (Babe) was a better sequel then Godfather II. As for the actress, I was told she was in the film, The Grinch that Stole Christmas. So, I asked my Niece to watch it with me, as she owned a video copy.
Unfortunately, try as I might, I could not tell who the actress was in the film; everybod'a had such freakish make-up. And that movie ... holy mackerel ... it was so bad! So awful! Pain! My eyes. My TV watching eyes!
At one point, about a half hour into the Grinch, my Niece left to go potty. As soon as she was gone, I fast forwarded the tape all the way to the end. When she returned I was casually lying back on a pillow, seemingly en·raptured by what I was witnessing on the screen. I gestured confidentally toward the TV set, "Welp, it looks like the movie is over!"
She peered toward the TV. It was true. The movie was indeed, over.
"And it was good, too!" I added, for no particular reason. And then I ran out of the room before she could figure it out.
Uh ...
And that Ladies and Gentlemen, is my Grinch story. I thank you for coming to my post. Ku-ma-in ka na?
I do not know why I am told you that story. I think I missed the turn-off and kept on driving right past my point. I could take this next exit, but what if I get lost?
Ah, what the hell ... I'm taking it.
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