Everyone needs to put their babies down, rip themselves away from Facebook, and go see Iron Man 3. Like, right now. Work means nothing, the real world is one in which Iron Man is exists and Tony Stark is RDJ. Universal truth, ya know?
Just…do it. Do it with the joy of a thousand fat kids watching a chocolate fountain while eating a double scoop cone of Rocky Road ice cream. (Can you imagine the chubby, smiling face? With eyes the size of an ant.)
I don’t know why you’re still here, but since you’re around, let me fill you in on something about me.
This is what I’d be like in a yoga class.
Now get the fuck outta here and go watch someone better than you be a badass.