Sunday night

LBG's got issues...

So I come in after an engagement in the early evening to find LBG watching a little TV. He tosses me a DVD case. "Saw" I swore I never would view this film.

Clime: Nuh-uh.
LBG: Uh-huh.
Clime: Nuh-uh.
LBG: Uh-huh.
Clime: Boston Legal isn't on tonight, is it?
LBG: Nope. Neither is Desperate Housewives. Oprah movie instead.

Into soon-to-be-my-very-own Lay Z Boy...

Clime: Plop.

Two hours later, the credits roll.

Clime: ~jumping up to a stand~ Dude, you are fucked up!
LBG: ~laughter~

Then he hits the 'features'. More twisted stuff rolls.

Clime: Dude, you have issues.
LBG: Oh, yeah? Then why are you still watching?
Clime: Point taken.

This gene was passed to me by my mother, who, when 'Tales from the Crypt' aired on HBO every friday night, wouldn't miss an episode. She also wouldn't sleep at night every friday night...