So. We have one place that rents movies - No, two, but we don't rent that kind of movie, we buy them.
We rented Hannibal Rising tonight.
It was fucking awesome, Except for the part where it makes me feel totally sorry for him and start thinking he should have killed just a few more people in Silence of the lambs and whatever HL 2 was called.
Is it wrong to wish someone would kill someone else?
Is it worse to have names picked out, in an envelope, addressed and ready to be mailed just in case he ever asks me?
Oh, and the other thing that sucked my ass dry, was that halfway through the fucking movie the DVD stopped working.
Hannibal (who is fucking HOT) Was just about to kill the nasty-ass fucker who ate his sister, and the movie died.
I did giggle at how mad the husband got. And that, for some unknown reason, our neighbor picked that exact time to lean a ladder up to our house and climb up on our roof.
'Cus really? When is a better time to go climbing on your neighbors roof then when they are one part giggly, one part furious?
And yet, even saddened as I am about not getting to see the end of the movie and finish mind fucking Hannibal, I am still giggling about how I was trying to get the husband out of his bad movie fury-funk with my hands down his pants while the neighbor was up on our roof.
Looking in the skylight we just happened to be under.
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