Lately a few select songs from Pitch Perfect have been in constant rotation on one of my FUN or SING ALONG playlists. Sidebar: You should own both the soundtrack and the movie if you don’t already. Let me be clear. I typically watch the movie in fast forward, having long ago memorized how to avoid the puking scenes in order to get to the good stuff. And there’s so much
I’ve decided that someone over at ABC is working on an anthropological study which indicates the likelihood of an individual completely disregarding any shred of a moral compass when asked to drop trou in the name of charity. Oh you’re feeling modest about being nude with nothing but a sandwich board between you and your bikini regions? THINK ABOUT THE BABY SEALS! You’re anxious about sporting a skimpy pickle pouch
The recap will be up later today as soon as my vision isn’t so cloudy. You see, I inadvertently slathered Germ Squirt in my eyes last night after the strip tease debacle. I’ve flushed with warm water, so it should be fine in a few hours. My eyes should be fine. The visions of a gyrating opera singer will eternally be seared into my brain. That can never be erased.
