One of my guilty pleasures is a movie starring Will Ferrell and John C. Riley, preferably together. Those two @sshats are really funny.
To this day I still get a huge chuckle out of the Thanksgiving scene in "Talladega Nights" (I just might have to break that DVD out now) and am seriously looking forward to "Step Brothers". I guess, although having men like this around me in real life would annoy the heck outta me, in the movies I find it hysterical. The interesting thing is, my husband doesn't appreciate these two fine, fine comedic actors. He finds them puerile.
Um....that is the point. And that is what is so funny. Grown men saying and doing the things those two say and do. Case and point:
Nice Speedo, John. Nice goggles, Will. Dorks. Gotta love'em.
Velociraptors, John Stamos, I am SO going to see this movie even if I have to go alone. If my sister lived closer, she would go with me.
From Talladega Nights....Need I say more?
America is all about speed.
Hot, nasty, bad ass speed.
--Eleanor Roosevelt, 1936
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