

There's a scene in Goonies right after Troy's dad leaves the papers evicting the Goonie families from their Goonie homes, when the kids go into Mikey and Brand's kitchen. Chunk makes a beeline for the fridge, grabs a can of Reddi-Whip, tips back his head, utters the above quotation, and sprays the lot in his mouth (notice the bits still clinging to his boca grande?). All day today, when I think about how I feel, that's the line I've heard in my head, in Chunk's voice. I think his prescription is a good one, except mine will involve an ice cold PBR (Bill I cannot thank you enough) and some red meat. Feed the pain.
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