Nick and I went to see
Superbad last night. I had wanted to see it as more and more I am finding Jonah Hill ridiculously funny. Nick had good recommendations on it from a friend at work, a friend who said that if we enjoyed
Knocked Up (we did), we would LOVE
Superbad (we did).
The final credits began rolling and we stood up, Nick saying, "That might be good enough to own."
I agreed, adding, "I wanna get
Knocked Up." The heads of the people in the rows ahead of us twitched in our direction.
Nick, sounding somewhere between a rooster and Gilbert Gottfried, screamed, "WHAT!? We need to talk about this!"