I was renting DVDs. I am not sure where. I never rent DVDs. I don't have an account anywhere. I was picking up something arty, as I recall. T was there. And he was picking up a couple pornos. And there was a problem with our credit cards or something.
The weird thing about our selections is they're probably the exact opposite of how they'd have been in real life. I'd be the one more likely to suggest Bareback Soccer Punks and he'd want to rent something by Werner Herzog.
Heh.
(((T + J)))
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