It’s a Mr Satan, calling about the heat

Here’s one ticket to Eat Pray Love that will go unsold:

Not unless I was dead, buried, had a stake driven through my vampiric, blood-lusting heart and was buried again in earth sewn with garlic could you get me in a theater to see this movie. And even then I’d figure out a way to haunt you and drive you stark raving mad as my revenge.

This sounds about 1.6 times as severe as “when hell freezes over.”

4 comments

  1. Lisa Paul »

    17 August 2010 · 6:35 pm

    Resistance is futile. I’ve got friends six deep begging me to go with them. Apparently you can’t have a “girls night” anywhere but at this film. I suspect it’s the same for date night.

  2. Teresa »

    17 August 2010 · 8:22 pm

    I think that’s an accurate scale and I am 1000% behind the sentiment.

  3. Andrea Harris »

    17 August 2010 · 10:11 pm

    This is why I don’t have friends. So they can’t drag me to a movie I don’t want to see.

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