What a fucking strange thing to complain about. Always has to be something.

Oh my god, probably with birds on them or something.

They’re dance shoes. You can get them at a dance store. For wire walking it’s usually better to get the kind with a one-piece sole so that you can use the arches of your feet (for dance you get better lines with a split sole but in wire it’s easier to walk across the wire quickly and land jumps on the arches of your…

LOL. Apparently they’re used to “tasting” at Baskin Robbins. Oh, and they’re the trolls in line at Costco for one twentieth of a portion of something.

I would like to make a comment on an issue that isn’t about this story, but it deeply injures my soul nonetheless.

It isn’t a review of the movie itself. You can’t seem to grasp that. All right then.

Madeleine knows perfectly well how she feels about this movie’s existence and why she’s not seeing it, and that’s what she wrote about. You’re critiquing a critique that doesn’t exist.

This isn’t a review. Madeleine isn’t writing about the movie itself - she’s writing about why she won’t see it. A very different proposition! And quite successful as such, I thought.

I will not see this either, but I’d totally see a movie about your dad, talking about ice cream with Mohammed Ali and meeting the guy who walked across Niagara Falls and what I imagine are many more adventures.

WAKE UP, SHEEP. (Since it is only you, it can’t be SHEEPLE).

My dad knows people. He had an ice cream date with Mohammed Ali. Besides I thought this movie was about my dad’s friend.

My dad went airborne over 100 times when he was drafted for Vietnam. We were talking about it the other day and I told him I could never jump out of an airplane. “But it’s so much fun! You like flying in airplanes, why not jump out of one”? Because, dad, I’m strapped into an airplane and chances are nil of me going…

In theaters right now, there are movies about:

I’m usually pretty fearless about trying a lot of things but I draw the line at sky diving. I know I just wouldn’t be able to jump out of the plane.

I’ve never worked food service, but my years in retail gave me some comparable stories involving coupons, sales, and returns.

This is not so far from the truth. I’ve tried explaining wine tasting fees and policies to people (five years in the wine industry), and I’ve literally been told they’re not interested. So that’s always fun when they order twelve flights and are shocked they have to pay for them when they didn’t buy any wine.

Waiter: “I’m sorry Sir, but the policy is clearly printed at the top of the restaurant menu”

Agreed, but with one small adjustment:

Topical!

I hope he gets rated honestly on Peeple by all his acquaintances.