SM

Inconceivable! Have you been mostly dead? Or simply lost in the pit of despair (*gengwall clears throat*)

No, I just live under a rock. I have always been out of the pop-culture loop. Anything I know about pop-culture I learn from the news.

“Maybe you are blathing?”

Bluffing? No.

“Truly you have a dizzying intellect.”

No, at least average, I hope.

“I suppose you are also going to tell us you are not left handed.”

Right.

“Quick, someone get SM a holocaust coat, a screaming eel, and a rodent of unusual size!”

I have no idea what this means.

“I promise you it isn’t a kissing movie, if that turns you off. ”

Nah, but I did think it was a new kid (girl) movie, until recently, and figured I hadn’t heard of it since I had all boys. A few months back, maybe February, I was reading comp material/blogs online and PB was on several top 10 lists of romantic or chick-flick man-approved movies. I looked it up and realized it is from the 80s.

“I suggest you get yourself a nice mutton-lettuce-and tomatoe sandwich, take a chocolate covered miracle pill, sit back, and enjoy the movie, for there will be blood tonight!”

I am going to have to do that—enjoy the movie that is.