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Oh. My. Gosh. Get. Me. Out. Of. Here. More. Periods. Anyway, Tyrone here. So, Joey is trying to “culture” me up. Or kill me. They’re looking about the same right now. So first, he decides to take me to the movies. So I thought we might be seeing some tasteful documentary or drama. Nope. We went to see ‘The Mummy: Tomb Of The Dragon Emperor’. Not kidding. I have proof.

 

 

See. I'm not joking. The Mummy. It says right there.

See. I'm not joking. The Mummy. It says right there.

And worse, Joey brought along his ‘friends’. Oh yes, he has some. I know, I know. I thought he was joking to. But then I met them. And found that they were about as crazy and PSYCHO as he is. 

 

This is me. Or half of me. In the theatre. In front of a Pepsi cup.

This is me. Or half of me. In the theatre. In front of a Pepsi cup.

I couldn’t take any pics during the movie, obviously. But you’re probably happy. I know I wouldn’t want to watch it. But I didn’t have any choice, now did I???

 

Here's me in front of a movie poster that was actually good. Go Batman!! (I'm the Joker's nose...)

Here's me in front of a movie poster that was actually good. Go Batman!! (I'm the Joker's nose...)

Joey then took me home. I thought the torture was done. Then he pulled out Rock Band.

 

Do you have any smaller drums???

Do you have any smaller drums???

That was just the beginning. 

 

*sigh*

*sigh*

 

This is getting ridiculous.

This is getting ridiculous.

Then I found my forte.

 

I totally rocked out.

I totally rocked out.

After totally rocking ‘Gimme Shelter’, ‘Roxanne’, and ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’, I grew a little tired.

 

In short, I fainted.

In short, I fainted.

So, today was okay. Mamma Mia was still better. “Mamma Mia! Here I go again! My, my. How can I resist you?” Type singing again. Gosh, I used quotes sarcastically a lot in this post. Quotes are fun, right??? *sigh*

Tyrone

Hey everybody. Its Tyrone. Sigh. Last night, Joey took me to a performance of ‘Mamma Mia’, the musical. Not the movie.

Me in the car on the way there. Don't let the smile deceive you.

Me in the car on the way there. Don't let the smile deceive you.

Let’s just say I was not looking forward to this. I’m not much of a musical guy. At dinner, they went to a ‘no basketballs allowed’ restaurant, so I had to stay in Joey’s pocket the entire time. THAT WAS NOT FUN! That had about as much air as Tyler’s box of death. But anyway, we got to the theatre finally.

 

This is me in front of the program. That girl on the program looked nothing like the one in the play.

This is me in front of the program. That girl on the program looked nothing like the one in the play.

Anyway, it was a pretty good play. It was funny, and ABBA is one of my all time favorite bands of all time (take a chance on me, if you need me, let me know!) That was me type-singing. 

 

This is me in the theatre. I have never seen so many shades of blue.

This is me in the theatre. I have never seen so many shades of blue.

Anyway, I had one gripe about the show. So, ABBA is Swedish, right??? And the show took place in Greece. And they all spoke English!!! Talk about inconsistent. Anyway, I had a pretty good time. (I’m not telling Joey that though… he hasn’t stopped singing ‘Lay All Your Love On Me’ since we got home.

Peace Out.

Tyrone