This is a good movie, even though it is a bit crude. It's a chick flick, and I can't resist chick flicks. Here's my favorite part, it's kinda been my theme lately:
I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Well, that's it for now.
*corky*
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Oh snap. I need some combat boots.
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...In case I run into some combat in the future.
They'd be useful to have, those combat boots.
I don't like it... too much hate. I get the whole concept, and it's nice, but it's not for me. I'll stick to my "You've Got Mail" :)
Combat boots are good.
Much better though is the sword. To cut down your enemies with when they hurt girls.
lol. combat boots are hot. :D
and jaron, you need to see the whole movie to completely understand this one part. it's at the very end. ;)
Movie night, perhaps? ;-)
Anyway, I'm lovin' the message represented here. The presentation might be a little iffy for someone who hasn't seen the movie all the way through (*cough* me), but the message rocks. Truly inspirational. 8-)
Oh... and sign me up for some of them combat boots, too. ;-)
How about a sword?
Hrunting? Naegling?
Yeah. 8-)
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