If you don't have any familiarity with the movie So I Married an Axe Murderer, then you don't have any clue as to what that title means. But if you have seen the movie, then you're rolling on the floor laughing begging for it to stop so that you can take that much needed breath. Okay, that's really not the funniest part of the movie (the Scottish father really steals the show), but the Woman-Woman-Woman poems are hysterical.
Why am I talking about this movie? Well, I'll tell you. I watched it last night. Yep, that's it. Nothing philosophical. I just watched it last night.
A friend of mine came over and we watched movies and ate pizza. After we discovered who the axe murderer was, we popped in some action from the boys whose life goal it is to incarcerate supernatural ecto-plasmic beings. My friend had never seen this particular flick, so we simply had to partake in the total cheese that it is. She laughed. I laughed. We laughed.
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