a hurricane is coming.
an historic (yes, an historic) weather event.
preparations must be made!! supplies must be procured!! we live on the coast. we live on a peninsula! that is just one side away from being an island! we are doomed. DOOMED!
instead of preparing, taping up the windows, assembling an army of flashlights and bottled water, the hancocks take advantage of the mildness of the pre-hurricane to:
1) drive around
2) go in to work for 4 hours, alone, 12 miles from home with no supplies other than a tiny pink swiss army knife and previously stifled teenage-style defiance
3) watch a korean tv show called "shut up and let's go" about high school badboys in a pop-grunge band. they style their hair a lot and wear the latest fashion and get in tons of fights where they have perfect moments to swish their beautifully sculpted hair around while impressing the living shit out of their lady admirers that they can't actually be with because their dead friend fell in love with her first. before he tragically died after getting beaten with a baseball bat by a rival band that plays light jazz/elevator muzak and has rights to the school music practice room. oh and so then as he's staggering across the street away from his attackers and toward his friends that could have saved him if they had just. answered.that.phone.call. instead of talking to the cute girl, he gets hit by a bus, and then you think it's a dream, but
OMG Y'ALL
he really died.
i know it sounds bad. but it's pretty good.
but then my boss texted me and made me feel guilty for not going in to work today and then while i was gone a certain someone [JEREMY EFFING HANCOCK] watched like 4 STRAIGHT HOURS of it without me and then i got lost and had to abandon 배. oh, that is korean for ship. yeah i am pretty much fluent now.
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