Years ago, a work colleague urged me join him for a showing of Pink Flamingos, that based on his enjoyment of it in a UCLA film ‘club’ showing of it in his long-ago school days. I’d heard of it… but knew nothing about it. We went. Then the weird guy flexing his asshole scene appeared. Me [looking over at him]: What the fuck, man. So, you like this movie?" Him: “Oh, I forgot about that part.” Me: “Yeah, the fuck you forgot. How could you forget about that and some of the other shit?” To this day I razz him about that.
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