Life Lessons The Movies Have Taught You

Let’s face it - life is harsh. Life teaches us lessons as we grow older and wiser. Hopefully we will pass down to the next generation as they do their darndest to stuff everything up as much as possible. But as harsh as life may be - we need to learn these lessons. It makes us who we are. It is how we grow as individuals. We must learn to crawl before we can walk - don’t you agree?

Or we could just cheat and watch movies instead! Awesome. The movies are FULL of lessons just waiting to be learnt. The following are all life lessons I have learnt by sitting on the couch and stuffing my face with Doritos and licorice allsorts until I feel bloated and nauseous-

[b]Aliens are either cute and cuddly or will eat your face. There is no in between.

If you move to the country, you will find that the single guy who lives in the adjoining property will have a dark past that will come back to haunt him and at some point you will get caught up in it all and barely survive the ordeal.

If you spend enough time waxing cars and painting fences you will eventually be skilled enough to win a karate tournament even though you are obviously retarded.

Good looking teenagers get picked on at high school for the sole fact that they are either new to the school or wear glasses.

If a member of your family is kidnapped while on holiday overseas, you will invariably be able to travel to that country and (despite never having been there before) track down the perpetrators, shoot every single one of them, destroy any number of cars during high speed car chases, blow up any number of abandoned factories / oil refineries and take part in machine gun battles through crowded marketplaces. You will then be able to safely leave said foreign country and return home (namely America) without any obstruction from the foreign police force who will let you pass through customs without so much as a harsh word even though you have just waged your own private war on their soil.

If you are fat or gay your life will be a non stop rollercoaster ride of fun and hilarity and never ending hijinks - especially if your flatmate is the polar opposite of you. Also you will drive either a sportscar or a clapped out bomb and have fun filled sing-a-longs in said vehicle whilst cramming as many people in at one time as physically possible.

Nerdy looking Jewish New Yorker intellectuals are knee deep in attractive pussy.

Stoner slackers are generally good looking scoundrels with chiselled features and hearts of gold and all they really need is a haircut and a new wardrobe makeover and they’re “hot” enough to hit the catwalks of Milan.

Private detectives lead a life of intrigue and have steamy affairs with good looking women who never seem to do anything other than look seductive whilst smoking a cigarette.

Ethnic immigrants in America are oddball and quirky and always have a cute catchphrase for every outlandish situation.

Men of Middle Eastern appearance are most likely going to kill you at some point. Or at least attempt to.

It’s best not to mess with the occult - but life would be pretty boring if we didn’t.

Heavy Metal guys say “dude” and “awesome” and “par-tay” a lot and are not very smart and have poor hygiene.

Popular people never really do any work but still live in great apartments, eat at the best restaurants and have really difficult to get jobs despite the fact they are obviously dumbasses.

If you go to school in Beverly Hills, every single student at your school will be an obvious stereotype who can be easily assigned to one of six or seven different stereotypical teenage demographics.[/b]

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So what lessons have you learned?!? Or have you NOT been paying attention?!

it doesn’t matter how ugly you are, that special someone will fall for you if you can just do something sweet enough for them or ask them out enough times and at no point will they ever consider you a stalker or annoying. In fact, they will hate themselves for not seeing your inner beauty soon enough. YaY Hollywood!

Good idea for a thread!!! I’m at work here so I can’t contribute just yet, but once I finish I’ll wrack my brains and no doubt come out with a list to rival even yours Peligro.

When your arch-nemesis stands over you after a long period of drawn-out one-on-one combat, and has a gun trained on your head, don’t panic. He’ll just use that time to tell you how “he’s been waiting for this for a looooong time,” and will then deliver an itemized list of all the times you wronged him and the particular way in which he fantasized about killing you after that particular wronging.

Of course, this will give you ample time to brainstorm an ingenious counter-strike that will leave the bastard sputtering “but…but…” before you seal his fate with a righteous one-liner like “no…YOU’RE the one who’s fucked.”

Girls named Clarissa shouldn’t tell a paranoid driver bad jokes.

Never punch you’re weird little brother in the nose, causing him to bleed because he may pull a gun on you.

Never give your friends warm beer, especially when they’re trying cover up a murder you committed.

Don’t eat too much pussy, or else you’re beard will look like a glazed donut.

Be careful having a crush on your ex-hippie teacher because he may turn out to be a radical psycho.

Be careful knocking on your friend’s door in the middle of the night because their dad may pull a shotgun on you.

Never let a bad food eater into your house.

Never under any circumstances tell your whole group of friends that you killed your girlfriend who also happens to be in the same group of friends because one is bound to snitch.

Last but not least, the check’s in the mail.

People who have one robotic/cyborg body part (arm, leg, eye etc) are evil and want to take over or destroy the world. ALWAYS.

If you and your friends are being stalked by a mad faceless killer inside an empty, desolate house in the middle of nowhere and you find yourself alone and hear a strange noise or see a shadow move under a door - then you should probably go and investigate it by yourself.

If your dad gives you a mogwai for Christmas, then don’t get the damn thing wet or feed it after midnight…FUCKHEAD!!!

Supercomputers will invariably turn on you and kill just about everyone you know until you figure out some hair-brained scheme that the world’s most powerful supercomputer never saw coming.

If a zombie apocalypse ever breaks out, the most annoying people you could ever possibly imagine are always the last people left.

Female nuclear scientists / quantum physicists are always really hot and could easily model sexy lingerie if they should ever feel the need.

Quiet socially, distant loners in high school are always like that because they harbor a “terrible secret” and are never just like that because they’re shy and feel disconnected from their peer group.

Girls are never having their period when a good looking guy begins making love to them.

In space, everybody speaks english and nobody ever has to go to the toilet.

If a man and woman become acquaintances through friends but hate each other and argue all the time, they will eventually start dating and get married.

Especially if the guy looks anything remotely like Vince Vaughn.

If you look like Johnny Depp all you ever need to do is amble around looking confused, raising yr eyebrows and mumbling something in a comical voice and the money will roll…right…in.

Because: cheekbones.

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If you find yourself in that sort of awkward position where you have to fight some giant chaotic and destructive demon from another dimension and your victory over said demon is the only way to ensure that the entire of humanity won’t be destroyed . . . don’t freak out . . . just look for some little dot somewhere on his head or a shiny jewel thing near his neck or sternum. Just lunge right at it (perhaps leaping off a high ledge of some sort) and plunge your dagger/sword/stick/whatever right at the sweet spot and you will find that the demon which was seemingly unkillable is actually quite easy to kill.

When you have a long, drawn-out battle with a psychopathic killer and you finally bonk him over the head with something or he falls off a roof and you think it’s all over . . . yeah, don’t sweat it. He’ll actually get right back up, stronger than ever, but it’s okay because you’ll finally kill him in the next round.

Cars that drive off cliffs will explode. Sometimes instantly, before even hitting anything.

When buying or seizing massive bundles of cocaine, it is proper protocol to “test it” by taking out your knife and slashing right through the neatly wrapped plastic so you can stick your index finger directly into the powder and lick it off like it’s Fun-Dip or something.

When buying or seizing massive bundles of cocaine, it is proper protocol to “test it” by taking out your knife and slashing right through the neatly wrapped plastic so you can stick your index finger directly into the powder and lick it off like it’s Fun-Dip or something.

Well, how else are you going to test for purity?

And what if the person who is selling it to you is trying to rip you off by selling you baby laxatives?

Also, if you are a member of a law enforcement agency in either Florida or Louisiana, at some point you are going to take part in a high speed boat chase of some sort - and the boat you are chasing will no doubt explode.

Although a hovercraft chase is just as likely as a boat one.

And probably even more gnarly.

People (good or bad) who are killed in an unjust manner are almost certain to rise from the grave to avenge themselves.

People who were killed in a just manner are not afforded this luxury.

I’m not sure why though.

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If you want to penetrate the security of some ultra-secure military base or something and the guards get all anal about proper protocol, just start shouting about how pissed off so-and-so is going to be and how he’ll be on the guard’s ass and such . . . . the guards will eventually decide that it’s better to just let you through without making any phone call or checking credentials.

All hispanics are from mexico and are affliliated with gangs and love low riders.

If you’re ever being chased by cops just say something whitty and your car will miraculously get a turbo boost and you will escape.

The central protagonist of any film will be up and walking around only minutes after being beaten to a bloody pulp by someone twice their size.

Every small town bar has a juke box that at some point a sexy, sweaty woman wearing a tank top and a cowboy hat will randomly place a coin in and start dancing in a seductive manner without any of the other bar patrons raising an eyebrow.

If the chief of police is an African American, he will be a hardass who yells a lot, never smiles and chomps on a cigar.

Exposure to high levels of radiation turns nerdy scientists into arch villain behemoths who want to take over the world because pretty girls never talk to them.

People with severe social dysfunctional disorders always wear masks while they pick off their victims one by one in secluded locations without so much as a hint of how they got to that particular secluded location in the first place.

Anybody with amnesia used to work for the CIA as a trained assassin.

Anybody who returns to their hometown after years of absence will eventually have to solve a decades old murder mystery.

Any mother whose child is kidnapped will eventually get that child back with the help of an oddball recluse or a grizzled ex cop because the authorities can’t / won’t help her.

If your buddy is about to die, proper protocol is to pound relentlessly on his chest and maybe even smack his face a few times screaming “DONT!!! DIE!!! ON!!! MEEEE!!!”

This pretty much guarantees that he’s dead, but it shows you care a lot and it will undoubtedly help you focus a white hot intensity that you can direct into a very effective rage-fueled revenge in which you can completely annhiliate everyone involved in the death of your friend.

Guns hold a LOT of bullets.

Bad guys are really good at completely missing targets whenever they’re pumping rounds of ammunition at a stationary target that is literally twenty meters away.