I work with Napoleon Dynamite

You've got to see this kid. He's about 7 feet tall, skinny as hell, redheaded and scruffy (in the un-groomed nerd way, as if hes never shaven), and speaks unintelligible gibberish really slowly and quietly. At least 3 people that I know of have seen this guy and immediately made a Napoleon Dynamite connection.

He's dishwasher/prep. The other day he put some chicken tenders in a cooler, closed the lid, and randomly thought out loud to himself "those are great straight off the tree." I think he has a ... problem. He shows up 10 minutes early to his shift and stands by the time clock reading the exact same government-issued minimum wage information pinned up on the wall every day... as if something has changed. He has a thing for blueberry muffins, and eats the muffins I make for breakfast. Except he doesn't just eat them like a human being, he puts it all in his mouth and spits out the cupcake wrapper after he's disintegrated the muffin with his saliva. I think he eats about four of them a day because I have a half dozen left over and the next morning there's one or two left, and I know damn well nobody else is eating them because they're god-awful and made from muffin mix that comes in a gallon container.

In short, this guy is weird.

I used to put muffin wrappers in my mouth and suck them . . . when I was 7.

Wow. I know a kid named Mitch that thinks he is good at soccer but really is one of those people who tries to damn hard. He looks exactly like Napolean Dynamite, and I should tell him to go dance.


(Ever notice how some conversation is of two people flaunting themselved at one another?)

(Ever notice how some conversation is of two people flaunting themselved at one another?)

I'm not precisely sure what you are saying here but if it's what I think it is then you should realize that nearly every conversation is this.

I knew a kid in HS that looked exactly like Napolean. I'll find a picture on Myspace.. one sec..

EDIT: here

One person is talking about A, and the other about B, but sometimes it works out that your subjects collide into a great melting pot that helps solve your problems. That or it confuses you. I think I read that most conversation is like that, but I can't remember where. I've experienced it a lot though.

Try and grab a snapshot grav with a celly or something...

Was I the only one who thought that Napolean Dynomite was a retarded movie?

Was I the only one who thought that Napolean Dynomite was a retarded movie?

No most film critics around the nation thought the same thing, but what they didn't think of is that there are a bunch of idiot teenagers that would gladly dump out 7 bucks to go see it.

You're right, it was retarded. That's what made it good.

Was I the only one who thought that Napolean Dynomite was a retarded movie?

I can't bring myself to watch it, to some degree I find stupid humor funny, but when it gets to the point where you just want to choke the life out of the guy, it loses alot of it's potential.

Weird's a bit of an understatement, Grav.

He told me today that he was guarding the pastrami.

It's one of those movies you should preferably be high when watching. That one and Nacho Libre.

I'm sure that's not all he's doing to the pastrami.

Another one here. Watching it was a waste of a good 82 minutes of my time.

You're right, it was retarded. That's what made it good.

This is exactly the attitude that disgusts me about American TV watchers.

Napoleon Dynamite was crap to the max.

It's alright when you see it at a friend's for free. Sad son of a bitch paid full price for it.