I used to think that in addition to pre-marital men, hangovers are also just right for youth, which is full of youthful madness and portrayal. No one’s youth must have these crazy things, but everyone must have had such crazy ideas.
Forgive me for not remembering the names of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. After watching this kind of movie, you don’t have to count the names of the protagonists on your fingers. I remember that there is a great dentist in the hangover, a big feel, and a small one. Fatty, just add a serious and unlucky brother-in-law, oh yes, there is a perverted week. Why are the beginnings of Yi Er Li Jing all about drinking, I thought for a while, because I don't dare to do these things if I don't drink too much.
Dentists who do not drink too much are the way we were when we were in front of others, serious, the desire to be respected when facing the old man (I am a dentist), and the self-denial in critical moments (I am just a dentist in Japan). This image exists between the shackles of society, the expectations of parents and a little bit of self-esteem.
Great feel is someone we admire in our hearts, a bit turbulent, a bit handsome, there is a beautiful wife who dares to molest her sister (forgive me for always making up for it), and is indeed a responsible and cute man. Fatty's dependence on him reached its peak in 3. Sometimes when I look at the txt on my mobile phone, I imagine that the hero may be the same image in my own life.
The drunk dentist when we were a short story, and our dark side-Lao Zhou (Yajj in the easter egg is too small to lose the face of Asian people -. -). But at this point, why is it that my subconscious mind wants to try and actually want to live the addiction of this kind of life? But then I slapped myself rationally, you don't have the guts. It can also be said that we are mature.
We are not old, we are actually at the young age of twenty Lang. We screamed for freedom in the writing, howling of youthful music in the dormitory, and talking on the mahjong table when I was young. I voted for a wave of resumes on the Internet, ran job fairs after another, failed again and again, bowed my head again and again, and ambitious for a second, boasting about future dreams with my girlfriend and roommate. . With a sigh, holding the offer panic and looking forward to looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
The ending scene of 3 is almost teary, the screen flashes a scene of blind wolves lying one to three lire horizontally editing, and what I think of in my mind is my bohemian middle school, high school and even university. In the end, even the little fat man found true love and started a family. The four former dicks in suits and shoes walked toward the light, and at the same time told us from their backs: "Boy, not mature enough, youth is no longer."
Youth. goodbye.
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