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Kid Rock and Sit-ups
November 11, 2001 3:44 a.m.

Just when I thought my movie-watching experiences couldn't get any lower than Josie and the Pussycats and Road Trip, along comes 3,000 Miles to Graceland.

(From here on out entitled 1 hour and 45 minutes to hell.)

This movie was not just bad. It was plain WRONG.

The people who made this movie were obviously A. Drunk, B. Strongly influenced by the lyrical stylings of Kid Rock or C. All of the Above.

This movie was so bad and wrong that midway through, I started doing sit-ups. I'm talking about the EXERCISE, people!

My dog, having never seen this type of behavior before, was quite alarmed. She woke up out of a deep sleep, sat up and stared me in the face until I realized how ludacris the whole sit-up idea was.

God is obviously punishing me for procrastinating on my projects.