Nothing But The Blood

The boys in the band are begging me to go with them on a boys night out.  They’re going to see Grindhouse.  I’m running out of ways to say no.

My tolerance for blood, both in real life and on screen, is lower than low.  I get nauseous at the sight.  If there is as much blood in this movie as has been rumoured, I will literally barf in the seats.  There’s just no way.

I will go with y’all for pizza, though, boys.  I just cannot go see this movie.

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One Response to “Nothing But The Blood”

  1. bridgett Says:

    Yep. With you on this. I can’t take the Tarantino treatment.


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