I'm always 110% behind "
Romancing the Stone", particularly when it's on TBS and I'm couch-watching it with my most infected ear mashed down on the pillow. And I'm completely there through all the green jungle machete slashing and the flimsy cotton skirt swirling and the alligator drug lord dancing drinking waterfall statue cracking love making bullshit, I am... but that finale 42' sailboat? Parked on, what? Like, 5th Avenue? With all the street traffic of the ninthteenth day of a nuclear holocaust?
No.
Absolutely not.
"That's just romantic crap," mutters My Slightly Better Ear.
"I think it could happen," reckons Seriously Fucked Up Ear. "Like on Christmas Day. Or New Years Day. Only in the evening, though."
"You're a bastard," announces Slightly Better Ear.
And he's right. Seriously Fucked Up Ear is, in fact, a bastard.
