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Okay, if I wasn't helping the kiddies, and if it wasn't my brother's birthday, and if I had someone to hang with (lots of "if"s there, I know) I would SO be a part of this!!! Look at that picture!! That's HI-larious. God Bless their pervy hearts out.

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Two hours to fine polish my masterpiece. Damn my lack of floppy disks, and this cheap-ass school's lack of web space for student materials. I can't even save the damn document on the PC so I can e-mail it to myself. Funk this.

Yay! Almost done! Procratinate some more!

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I'm in the Language Lab, watching this movie and...

::deep breath::

okay, I'm not watching the screen right now because I'm typing on LJ, but the scene started out with this adolescent boy screwing a donkey. They didn't show it, though, they panned away right after he pulled down his pants. All I know is that I saw the donkey tied up, and the kid building up this pile of flat rocks directly behind the animal, and I'm saying to myself "The hell's he going to do with tha-oh my God!"

Right. So, donkey-humping. I gave it the benefit of the doubt because, one, it's an Italian film, two, it's a Cannes Palme d'Or winner (and we know the French like some weird stuff), and, three, it's set on a farm (easy access and all). THEN the next scene were these young boys (around 8-9 they looked like) running around in a chicken pen. Mind you, the groans from that kid fucking the donkey are still playing on the soundtrack. So I'm like "What, these kids want eggs? It's past noon. What are they doing in the chicken-OH MY GAWD!" because THE KIDS START FUCKING THE CHICKENS. ALL of them. It's etched in my brain. All these young kids simulating (dear LORD, tell me they were simulating) screwing chickens. There must have been six kids in the scene in all. And that's not even the worst part. This old guy (the father of the donkey-screwer) was watching these kids violate these chickens. And getting off on it, because next thing you know you see him racing home to go screw his wife/girlfriend/maid/whoever the hell the woman was.

And THAT wasn't even the worst. The worst was that the moans and groans from the donkey-fucker and the chicken-fuckers were played on the damned sound track. On a loop. Little kids groaning in a sexual manner. Over and over again. The groaning from the adults joined the chorus once they started getting it on too. I had to listen to it, because I didn't want to skip over any integral part of the movie, and it was either listen to groans and moans, or watch the actual deeds. And, no, but I just finished a hasty lunch. I didn't want to bring it up on the computer.

I...WHY?!?! Just WHY?? This is the description of the movie as listed on the reservation list, word-for-word:

This powerful true tale of one boy's struggle out of isolation and silence is perfectly captured on film by the renowned Taviani brother's, Paolo and Vittorio (Night Sun; Good Morning, Babylon). Based on the autobiography by Gavino Ledda, who at the age of six was taken from school into the mountains where his father enslaved him as a shepherd. Gavino eventually broke free discovering the outside world and his own identity within it."

Re-read that for me, will you? Now, since when did "powerful" mean "gorram disgusting chicken screwing by children"? Tell me, please. I really want to know.

Just...never again. The things I put up with for a passing grade.

Argh! Where be my booty??

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