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I hate when you’re in a hurry and you rush to grab one

of the last seats in the theatre only to end up sitting on a Blowfish,

the kind with all the spikes and he’s fully inflated.

“Sigh. Why does this always happen to me?”

Me: “Hey, look everybody…a Talking blowfish.”

“The Popcorn was substandard. Many people left immediately forgetting

the movie, but remembering that the popcorn was below average.

Far below average.  In fact, in my “Yelp” piece I went so far as to call the

popcorn… mediocre.”
“What is it with you talking blowfish?  Shut up…the movie’s starting!”

Afterwards in the parking lot, I backed over Mr. Talking Blowfish and his family

causing severe tire damage.

He was right about the popcorn.