So picture this, walking into the cinemas, the blinds closed, ready to see the blockbuster of the year, standing next to me is my dad a tall magnificent, sexy man. We sat down our seats C19 and C18, the lights fade i hold my dads hand waiting for the time to come for this incredible show to start. I squeeze it so hard that i suddenly have the untamable urge to go to the toilet. I stand up my bladder hurting me to the point that i feel like its about to burst. I walk up to the door, spend five minutes trying to open it because the doors are so heavy and with my almost bursting bladder it has even harder to open. By the time i open the door i couldn't hold it in any longer. So i run to the nearest place i could find... the popcorn bucket. I let it rip, the poo flooding out of my buttocks, the bucket slowly filling up with wet turd. People staring at me from all directions with faces of shock, awe and respect. After chucking the now poo filled popcorn bucket into the bin a walk back into the cinema after wrestling with the door. A glance around spending five minutes trying to remember what my seat was. I eventually remember, C18. Nearing the end of the heartbreaking song memories, I notice the absence of my dear father, the hot sexy man that i once held the hand of before this intense journey started. Thoughts ran through my mind. Maybe he needed to poo in a popcorn bucket; but alas i realized, no he was never coming back, he had left me forever and this tale slowly came to a painful end.
Anyways the movie was good, i enjoyed every last moment of it.