What Up, G-dawg?

So, it's about 11:45 pm, and Kirsten and I are watching a movie. I figure it's about time to hit the hay, right? I mean, I'm not the party animal I used to be.

Wait. I wasn't a party animal. So nevermind.

Anyway, back to the "I figured it was time to hit the hay" part. I told Kirsten my devious plan to (gasp!) stop the movie. She physically attacked me, grabbed the remote, and gave me this glare that told me I'd be lucky to wake up with half a testicle if I tried that again.

So what movie were we watching, you ask?

She's the Man