Every scene, the entire movie. He’s throwing fits for 90 straight minutes. I won’t be providing reference images, so you’ll have to watch Fast Times to see for yourself.
i love this movie deeply and unironically. it’s responsible for maybe 18% of my personality. it’s better than all of em that came after by a factor of 1000. this flick was and is a gift to humanity. if you don’t giggle when paul walker gets into a fist fight over a tuna sandwich, we will never be close friends.
holy fuck. this movie is out of control. the lead belongs in a porno. everything explodes. bikers. leather. mafia. main guy has a monitor lizard and embodies fake cool so beautifully. every actor in this movie put their whole pussy into it aside from the main guy, and its hilarious.
*unless it‘s something cool and interesting, like skiing or scuba diving.
every time I start going to the gym I become more uptight and less funny. plus, my taste in music goes to shit because I start listening to high-bpm edm while on the stairmaster. not to mention, we could use more chubby guys with a 70’s-character-actor type of look. spend those 5 hours a week doing something more interesting. a weekly hike is enough exercise.
