Yesterday after work I read Queen of the Damned and ingested rum and narcotics till I was no longer moaning on the floor in sheer agony. This reminded me of being a child and never ever watching R-rated movies. My first one was Heathers, which is a little risque to cut your teeth on, so to speak. I think the first one I watched in the company of my parents was actually Interview with the Vampire. I distinctly recall being forced out of the room while my parents cued past the naked girl scene. You know, the Parisian theater of the vampires thing. Wasn't allowed to watch it. The rest of the movie was fine, though.
anyone else have any stupid parent tricks?
anyone else have any stupid parent tricks?
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Date: 2004-08-10 08:16 am (UTC)Because, you know, hallway openings are soundproof barriers to Eddie Murphy yelling, How would you like me to have the IRS come down here and crawl up your ass with a fucking microscope?
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Date: 2004-08-10 08:24 am (UTC)I remember once, I couldn't have been more than seven, watching some crime drama with them, and this guy said "fucking" something or other and I whispered "HE SAID A BAD WORD." and my mom was like "HE SURE DID."
you best get right with god, sinner
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Date: 2004-08-10 10:53 am (UTC)BABY WANTS TO FUCK!
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