Not wasting my money on this drivel. Poorly written book gets made into a worse movie. Bleccch.
I loosened my belt.
There was a burning desire between my legs.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I wished no one was around.
I bit down on my my lip.
“I can’t do it here,” I thought wildly to myself.
I desperately needed to pee.
I made two mistakes when watching ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’. Firstly, buying a ticket, and secondly, assuming that such cinematic trash would last no more than 90 mins. However, having already spent my hard-earned 10 bucks, (we can’t all work occassionaly at a hardware store and still afford an apartment), I was, much like the plot-line, determined not to go anywhere.
Creepy guy hits on girl… literally.
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