Kingdom of Heaven: Supplemental

Last Wednesday I saw Kingdom of Heaven.
I also had some cake.

Juice baked me a cake and brought it to the flick. They made us put it in the fridge.
The bastards.

I made Juice get some rootbeer.
So we watched the movie and discussed cake and how orlando bloom wasn't as annoying as he usually is.
This was do to his lack of talking, I came to realise.
The rootbeer was tasty.
The theatre was cold.

We left the theatre and picked up our cake.
The bastards.
We discussed what to do next.
I pointed out how there is a lovely rootbeer stain on her shirt.
That crazy Juice! What a waste of rootbeer.
We headed over to wal-mart. Helped some venezualens cross the street.
The girls ran into some friends. Our services were no longer required.
Job well done.

Juice got some clothes.
I watched some Ghostbusters.
We caught a cab, went to Smitty's.
We had some wings. She had a beer or 3 and I had a rootbeer.
The wings were alright.
Not great, not bad.

We left Smitty's and went to the bus shack across the street.
Why you ask?
Simple really.
We put on our bday hats, lit the candles and woooooooooo!
Par-Tay!

The people who went by on the bus as we were doing this were sooooo jealous.
So jealous.
And why shouldn't they be.

I had me some cake!

oh, and a friend who can make them.

Yah.
That's important too.