All I Need is a Handbasket
“What’re you doing this weekend?”
“I was thinking about going to the movies.”
“What’re you gonna see?”
“I dunno. There’s this new French cartoon that I hear is pretty good. Or I might go see three hours worth of Our Lord and Savior getting the shit kicked out of him.”
“Yeah, I think I’m going to wait for rental on that one.”
“Not me, I’m going. I’m gonna buy popcorn and nachos and do MST-3K through the whole thing.”
“That’s a good idea. I’d like to see that.”
“You want to go with me?”
“No, I don’t want to be ‘with’ you, but I’d like to watch you get lynched.”
“What do you bet happens first, I go to hell or I get lynched?”
“Does it have to be either/or?”
“That’s a fair point.”
“I heard that the guy playing Jesus actually got hurt during filming. Got a big ol’ gash on his back, dislocated his shoulder…”
“…yeah, actors are such fucking prima donnas.”