AlphaLackey
Registered User
That movie was great though
True story: in my casino dealer days, I had a burning crush on a coworker, who I finally convinced to go on a date with me, to watch Titanic (which was still in theaters). I did this under advice that A: she absolutely loved the movie and B: she had a thing for sensitive guys.
Well, of course, it's not hard to get misty talking about the worst maritime disaster in the past 100 years that wasn't the Edmund Fitzgerald </CanCon> but as the movie went on, I was very distressed by my inability to 'generate emotion' to induce that sort of 'cuddle time' that happens in movies on dates, right?
So as the ship starts going down, I take some extreme measures.
We had a bag of popcorn between us that was almost gone, and knowing what I did about how the human eye reacts to irritants, I stuck my right pointer and middle finger in the buttery, salty sludge at the bottom, swirled it around, and when she wasn't looking, I poked myself repeatedly in the eyes with those fingers like I was a one-man Three Stooges off(-off-off-WAY-off) Broadway show.
And as I'm sure you know, the eyes always maintain a thin patina of saline tears, so it took a few seconds and I was like "why isn't this workiOH MY GOD IT BURNS IT BURNS!"
And my date heard my muffled moaning, and looked over, and saw that the tears were, like, *absolutely gushing* down my ducts.
And she grabbed my left forearm and gave it a squeeze, and reached into her purse to get a tissue.
But the thing is, this was at the point in the movie where the ship had finally completely listed vertically, right?
And that guy was hanging on to the rail but he lost his grip, and he screamed, and he fell halfway down until his head hit the propellor with a sonorous *CLANG*, and all sounds went silent until seconds later he splashed into the ocean.
And still to this day, I don't know why this was the funniest f***ing thing I had seen in a year, but by God, I laughed.
I laughed and I laughed and I laughed.
And when I was done laughing, I looked over at my date.
And while I would hesitate to describe the look in her eyes at *entirely* abject horror, it was close enough.
My forearm was released, she wouldn't even take a Twizzler that I offered her, and that was the absolute end of that.
But I swear, I'd go to St. Peter right now and defend myself, 'cause if this isn't the f***in' funniest moment in cinema, I dunno what is.