I had my little cousin in my care the other day. My cousin who is my contemporary is a fairly successful dentist in her hometown, who has the respect of the townsfolk and all of that bullshit. Unfortunately for her, her son is attached to me like a bad habit because I'm just so much goddamn fun. I babysit for her when she's in a spot and it's always an intersting exchange, because I make no qualms about telling anyone that I shot heroin for years. I'm a new world man, a romantic, a libertine, all that cool shit. But, as a reformed individual, she's okay with me taking the kid in my charge.
Probably a big mistake on her part. At the very least I'm gonna turn the little guy into a militant marxist revolutionary and at worst, I'll turn him out to sell drugs to feed my own habit, at least that's what the DEA thinks. God my sense of humor is too dark.
Anyway, I decide, we're gonna go catch Paw Patrol: The Movie at the local theater. It's a great time because we can walk down, don't have to find parking, it's a hometown theater and the girl who does the popcorn has big titties.
I had taken enough acid to enjoy the movie but certainly not enough to forget that I had a child in my care. Lee turned to me and said "Wy-an (ryan) doo woo wike paw patrol?" I say, dude, "There is literally nothing that I love more than Paw Patrol" as I make eye contact with the popcorn lady who notices my bloodshot eyes and giant pupils but keeps doing her thing.
The movie was nothing short of amazing. I had actually never seen or heard of paw patrol before. It's apparently quite popular. Fucking canadians (FUCK YOU DAD!!!!). It's basically a story about a bunch of puppies who are a sort of fire/rescue squad. But.. they're puppies. They gloss over this fact, along with how they're able to talk, how they become knowledgeable in their given fields of expertise despite their well-advertised adolescence. A lot of contradictions man, but as a guy who has no principles, convictions or morals, I could really dig that.
Each dog or should I say, puppy, is specialized, there's like a cop puppy, a fire puppy, an emt puppy, an administrative puppy working behind the scenes keeping everything together perhaps, who the fuck knows really?
Anyway, this guy who I can only guess is an effigy for Donald Trump is elected mayor of Adventure City. That's not a descriptive terminology, it is a proper name. They named thIe place Adventure City to alleviate any and all confusion as to what might and can possible transpire withing the pale of its settlement. Anyway, this guy is a dick and allegedly stole the election. This seemed like advanced content for my 5 year old charge, so I simply told him that the guy was a major butthead, which was perfect.
By now, I'm tripping and me and my ward are fully rocking out to what I can only assume will be an academy award winning musical score. I was doing hand gestures, gyrating, signing like I was at a grateful dead concert covered in mud about to make love to a lady I only known as Cougar Mountain Paw. It was great
The puppies would all transform with their fucking armor, and guns, and weird shit. It was practically orgasmic. It was a feast for the senses that the rennaissance rogues could only gawk at in sheer wonder. The evil mayor was relegated to a torture rack in the bottom of the headquarters of the spanish inquisition in the year 1454. His joints being slowly pulled apart like saltwater taffy. That didn't really happen, but I'm a sick fuck, and a jew, so I have some sort of werid fetish in seeeing non-jews on the rack... I don't know, I can't explain it.
We get out of the movie and I get stuck in a four way conversation with other families who had the bright idea of catching paw patrol. I'm tripping very hard at this point and my mouth is dry as fuck. As the people's mouths move and their faces melt to and fro, the only thing I can think of is getting my little guy his celebratory popsicle (he was quiet through the whole flick, good boy). I apparently sated the peasants surrounding me, as we all laughed and hobnobbed for a few minutes before I had to breakaway.
Anyway, paw patrol was fuckin lit. If you've got kiddoes I highly suggest taking em out to blow off that steam.