Damn, It Feels Good to be a Gangsta

Last night I couldn't sleep so I decided to watch a movie. I have Scarface on DVD and I was supposed to wait and watch with Jaimie (sorry Jaimie...) since we both love gangster movies and neither one of us had seen it. But I couldn't sleep, and it was callin' to me like "Come on, mang.. you can watch it, mang.. you ain't gotta wait for no Haimie, mang..."

The best thing about my copy of Scarface is that it's stolen. One of my friends returned a stack of movies I'd let her borrow, and with them were these hard-core gangster, straight-to-video type movies. Also in the mix were the 2oth Anniversary of Scarface and.. I shit you not.. Singles. I told her that they weren't mine, and she said "Yeah, well, Guilty Party stole all these movies they're sitting at my house. I didn't know what was yours and what was stolen, so go ahead and take what you want." So I said "Cool." Cause what else are you gonna do, mang?

Finally, I get to my point. I started the movie, and the first scene, Tony Montana is being interrogated by immagration officers. He grabs Tony by the face and asks:

"Where'd you get the beauty scar, tough guy, eatin' pussy?"

I look at the tv and say "How would he get a scar like that eating pussy?"

Tony Montana replies "How'm I gonna get a scar like that eating pussy, mang?"

Hee! I'm a tough guy, too..