I think I'm going to puke

I saw Transformers 3 last night. It was so epic and amazing and sad and surprising. I went to the theater in a dark pair of jeans, boots, a G1 Optimus Prime shirt, and a Boba Fett helmet I bought ten minutes before and had tore open and assembled in my mom's car. That damned toy packaging took my finger skin right off. Though I'm surprised the rescue knife I was tearing the package open with didn't take off a finger.