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What's a good title for an American Football Romantic Comedy Film? Working on a student film. It's a romantic comedy with American football as a backdrop.
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pahosky wrote:What's a good title for an American Football Romantic Comedy Film? Working on a student film. It's a romantic comedy with American football as a backdrop.

How about:
"As lifeless as the eyes of a feeding shark"

Violet wrote:
>how 'bout..
>"Brian's Song Without the Cancer"


This can be the opening line of chapter 1:
"It all started when I swam through a hole in my father's rubber johnnie, . . ."

Geoffrey wrote:Violet wrote:
>how 'bout..
>"Brian's Song Without the Cancer"


This can be the opening line of chapter 1:
"It all started when I swam through a hole in my father's rubber johnnie, . . ."

.. "seeing in the miasma.. something that looked startlingly like.. well, like a football, almost"..

>Chapter 1
>It all started when I swam through a hole in my father's rubber johnnie, seeing in the miasma.. something that looked startlingly like.. well, like a football, almost.

Instinct took over, though as my mermaid torso had no legs, I was forced to head it. Yet it was like putting my head through railings and getting caught, and i felt like a tadpole stuck on a pearl of tapioca.

Oscotarach wrote:>Chapter 1
>It all started when I swam through a hole in my father's rubber johnnie, seeing in the miasma.. something that looked startlingly like.. well, like a football, almost.

Instinct took over, though as my mermaid torso had no legs, I was forced to head it. Yet it was like putting my head through railings and getting caught, and i felt like a tadpole stuck on a pearl of tapioca.

.. I don't know what happened after that.. some stewy pearly dream.. (love the tapioca reference, by the way).. and I'm hearing all these muffled arguments outside.. (I think my parents hated each other).. and next thing I know, all at once my nice 'n warm miasmic fluid is NO MORE.. and pretty soon I'm upside down, and hearing all these groans.. and feeling all this pressure against my head-- and then I'm sliding out this passageway of some kind and-- WHACK.. some creep grabs me by the legs and gives my little buns a good what for.. (something I will vividly recall again and again while out on the field)..