Marge texted me yesterday if I wanted to go catch Paul Blart: Mall Cop, since I told her that I had wanted to watch it to see what all the fuss was about (tops B.O. 2 weeks in a row?!).

I'm sorry. It was the worst film I've seen in years. I really wanted to leave, but Marge kept me there. ;P

I need to post this review for posterity: "Shit sandwich."

1 of 5 stars. (1 star is the floor. I don't posts zeroes.)

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