Since its my birthday and the local indie theater is having an 80s event this weekend that includes a showing of Howard the Duck I decided to share a story of days of old, days of leg warmers and big hair... wait.... thats not right...
anyways in the 80s and my mom was finishing college my mom was working for a radio station.
A 80s heavy rock/metal station. While she was pregnant with me.
Yeah there was no hope for me.
Anyway one of the perks of this job was when there was a new movie released my mom would often get free tickets. Of which she shared with my father.
One of these movies was the classic bad movie that all bad movies aspire to, Howard the Duck.
As the story goes (lack detail cause the punchline was all my dad ever really ventured into) about half way though the movie my dad got up and left the theater and said 'That movie is so bad i want my money back and didn't even pay.' My mom had to do a review like thing so she had to stay if i remember correctly but howard the duck has forever remained the movie so bad you want to be paid just to have to suffer through it.
anyways in the 80s and my mom was finishing college my mom was working for a radio station.
A 80s heavy rock/metal station. While she was pregnant with me.
Yeah there was no hope for me.
Anyway one of the perks of this job was when there was a new movie released my mom would often get free tickets. Of which she shared with my father.
One of these movies was the classic bad movie that all bad movies aspire to, Howard the Duck.
As the story goes (lack detail cause the punchline was all my dad ever really ventured into) about half way though the movie my dad got up and left the theater and said 'That movie is so bad i want my money back and didn't even pay.' My mom had to do a review like thing so she had to stay if i remember correctly but howard the duck has forever remained the movie so bad you want to be paid just to have to suffer through it.
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