Normally you avoid this movie like the plague but ever since D left you shit’s been rough and watching USA at 3 AM is the only way you can really feel anything at all. Since it’s USA late at night you don’t feel good about yourself or anything, but you know you’re still alive which is enough. But tonight you’re going to accidentally sit through the film Braveheart. After three overrated hours you’re going to wish that you were numb to the world again. You’ll retire to your room and curl in bed with a bottle of whiskey, too depressed to even sob as you pull the covers over your head and wish that someone had invented a time machine, if not to save your relationship than to keep you from making the same mistake at least six other people watching USA just made.
Congratulations on Accidentally Watching Braveheart!
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