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I heard that they were shooting a new Scorsese film in a shipyard not too far from the house, so the #1GF! and I drove down to the set to see if anything cool would happen. After 10 minutes of standing in the dark staring through a fence at a guy cooking hot dogs next to a warehouse, we gave up, leaving the other late night derelicts to their staring.
Within 3 minutes of getting in the car, I annoyed the #1GF! with rants about how bad their Boston accents will be and how I really should’ve better spent my time standing outside the fence by yelling “I love you Leatahdo DiCraprio!” while holding up a friend of mine’s name and number on a poster board. After an hour or so of this nonsense, I had advanced through a scenario where I was standing outside with a bullhorn yelling “lets go Reatahdo, lets go [clap][clap]” and DiNero coming out to kick my ass. I would obviously be grabbing my crotch and telling the old fart to “Analyze THIS!”
When it seemed like I could stretch it no further, I made a little L out of the toothpaste on the #1GF!’s toothbrush and told her that it was in honor of Leahtahdo and that I was the kingathaworld…
I think that there is definately a price to pay for being the #1GF!. And sometimes that price is high.
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