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Long ago, Sam had coped with the idea of being fictional if only, of course, by convincing himself that that dumb movie had just been a documentary anyway. Some hidden camera bullshit. He was going through the reels of film again and stared at it. Life as a House. He felt like pissing on it just to make a point. He shoved it way back in the shelf and grabbed something else instead.
Rules of Attraction. Looked interesting at the very least. It would've been helpful if it listed you know, who was in it, but whatever. He loaded the projecter and switched it on, hoping to fuck...christ or whoever that it would work and not burst into flame like it did in those fucked up teen movies. It started.
Sam sat crosslegged on the couch and made it all of five minutes into the movie before a familiar face showed up. Josh. Josh convincing people to drop X. Not unusual. Josh hitting on a guy. Also not unusual. Though, those pants were rather ti-
Did he just get his ass kicked? And then Sam found himself in a fit of giggles. As far as he was concerned, it was the best fucking movie ever.
[ooc: movie time! sex, drugs and...er...more sex...lots of tit too.]
Rules of Attraction. Looked interesting at the very least. It would've been helpful if it listed you know, who was in it, but whatever. He loaded the projecter and switched it on, hoping to fuck...christ or whoever that it would work and not burst into flame like it did in those fucked up teen movies. It started.
Sam sat crosslegged on the couch and made it all of five minutes into the movie before a familiar face showed up. Josh. Josh convincing people to drop X. Not unusual. Josh hitting on a guy. Also not unusual. Though, those pants were rather ti-
Did he just get his ass kicked? And then Sam found himself in a fit of giggles. As far as he was concerned, it was the best fucking movie ever.
[ooc: movie time! sex, drugs and...er...more sex...lots of tit too.]