Punch Drunk Love
Posted by ginnypub on March 24, 2009
I never could understand how feeling paranoid and hungry felt “good”. Those are some of the main reasons I wasn’t a pot (whoops, sorry, Jenny, “Mom, it’s called weed now”) smoker.
Another reason was the inability to control hysterical laughter at inappropriate times. An orphanage just burned to the ground and 150 children were burned alive. Whaaat? Whoo ha ha ha, snort, hee hee ha ha. That’s terribl…whahahahaha.
Finally, I’ve always thought that a big, stupid, uncontrollable Mr. Ed-sized smile makes one look like a blithering idiot.