Hello DFOers! It's December, which means, welcome back to DFO's Annual Christmas movies review. This feature is where one of us poor bastards watches a Christmas movie and summarizes it for you, so you can go for a snooze or drink more booze when your significant wants to watch the movie
Office Romance is a Rom-Com about people with horrifying teeth falling in love or lust with the talent at the workplace. As with the past entries on The Irony of Fate, and Moscow Does Not Believe In Tears there is a fair amount of misdirection, but the movie is a straightforward romantic comedy. It's
[Interior, DFO Clubhouse, Early Evening] Beastie and tWBS enter through the front door. Balls sits at the table drinking a fruit, yogurt, tequila, and metamucil smoothie. Balls: Where the hell have you guys been? I've been waiting for you assholes forever to watch this movie. Beastie and tWBS (in unison): Grumble grumble. Balls: Fine,
[Interior, DFO Clubhouse, Downstairs Bathroom, 2:15 AM] Balls is sitting on the toilet, watching live AFL and...otherwise involved. Suddenly, he hears a knock on the door. Mysterious Voice: KHNOCK KHNOCK! He looks up and sees this: Balls: Oh, hi June! Or is it Ms. Khnockers? Lovely to see you! Won't you come on in?
tWBS: So here we are again. It's gonna be tough to top last time, ya know. Balls: Shut the fuck up, Donny!!! tWBS: You really like saying that, huh? Balls: Hehehehe....yes. tWBS: OK, so what should we do this time? Balls: Duh.... tWBS: Shit. Balls: What? tWBS: It's just been a while since I've seen that one. And
BallsofSteelandFury: We're back! Some of you may say, "Like herpes!" and you're only partially correct. This time, we are tackling a film that, truthfully, should have won an Oscar. Nay, a Nobel. TWBS: Aren't you overselling it? Balls: No, shut up. TWBS: Aren't you worried we're going to lose them? Balls: This is our third