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“you mean your balls itch?”

ok. I forgot to talk about this last night, while I was all hung up over the banjolele (which, as suspected, sounds like a uke with a weird, like, banjo-setting…i can’t really describe it. like, you know keyboards with violin settings? it was a ukulele with a banjo setting.)

but i have to share. 

last night, in a fit of complete and total lack of motivation to do anything productive, even though its the week before finals, and the typical college freshman would either be A. drinking, or B. studying their faces off, my roommates and I decided to watch VH1 classic. 

there was a movie on last night that i hope someone out there got the chance to see. It was called “the last american virgin”. 

if you ever plan an all-girls 80’s sleepover party, complete with caboodles makeup and hairspray and cyndi lauper, you need to add this to the all-80’s movie marathon you will no doubt be playing in the background. 

It is the best and the worst movie I have ever seen. you must watch it with a group of all your friends, and you must sit there and make fun of it the entire time. it is every bad teen movie and bad 80’s movie rolled into one. 

i love the ending the most. the horrible, sad, heart-wretching, worst ending to a movie ever. I won’t ruin it for you. go see for yourself. subscribe to vh1 classic if you aren’t already. the last american virgin. GO.