“There’s a force in the universe that makes things happen. And all you have to do is get in touch with it, stop thinking, let things happen, and be the ball.”
Before I get right in to the meat of this review, I’d like to talk to you folks about golf. I suck at golf, TERRIBLY. The cons totally outweigh the pros on this subject, you have to wake up way too early, people behind you hate you when you suck and try to “play through”, it’s expensive, and all in all a hard fucking game. The pros: gives me an excuse to hang out with friends and a chance to ingest alcohol and marijuana before the sun shoots her ferocious glare in my eyes. Bitch. Hmmm, maybe if i play night golf sober I would play better. Oh well, strap in, it’s review time!
‘Caddyshack‘. Oh beloved ‘Caddyshack’, you took my virginity at a very young age. Your tender touch, warm embrace, and quick wit inched your way up my creamy, quivering inner thighs until we both reached an explosive climax. You entered my body with such a ferocious appetite, I had no chance in hell without making it out a changed man. Yes, Caddyshack, you metamorphosed this boy into a man. With such a prodigious display of comedic genius at the helm of this vessel, this cult classic was destined to be one of best of its’ caliber. Directed by Harold Ramis (Groundhog Day, Ghostbusters) and Chevy Chase, Rodney Dangerfield, and Bill Murray rounding out the brilliant cast, they raped my frontal lobe until it penetrated deep into my temporal lobe. Whew, all this sexting is getting me hot. I need a break.
FREEZE, GOPHER! Ok, I’m back. So, August 16th at 9pm, AltDaily will be projecting ‘Caddyshack’ on the big screen at Naro Expanded Cinemas (map). We, of course, will be holding a costume contest, a gopher dance-off, and slinging PBRs and Fresca cocktails before the movie starts. Be there or be a snickers at the bottom of a pool. Click here to RSVP to the facebook event.
As always, thanks for stopping by and reading.