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Monday, May 4   >>


Hearing 20somethings talk about alcohol is about the most annoying thing in the world.

Anywho, I saw Hannah Montana: The Movie at a 10:30 p.m. showing last night. One of those OMG-MIRANDA-LET'S-SNEAK-INTO-A-BAD-MOVIE-TOGETHER deals, you know?

- Rascal Flatts cameo
- Hannah packs flannel and overalls, despite the fact that she is unknowingly being taken to the south to tap into her "roots" (...)
- Hannah's dad knows words and harmonies on a song that his daughter had written just moments before he shows up
- Jan from The Office? What the fuck? IS THAT JAN FROM THE OFFICE?
- Miley : Clark Kent as...
- Only people in small towns know how to keep a secret

The real charming part was a little girl wearing a tiara two rows behind us who, during concert footage, went in the aisle to dance.

You could only think, "Oh man, that is pretty much the most adorable thing I have ever seen."

Then you realize it's a quarter past midnight and you wonder what kind of fucked up parent brings a kid to a movie that late.