LMN: Hush. It's Sunday! There's nothing else to do!
Me: Well, I guess I could write, or, ya know, go outside or something...
LMN: I won't stand for such blasphemy. Now snuggle up with the cats and watch that chick from "Thirtysomething" pretend to be a shrink for DJ from "Full House"
Me: Isn't that one of Dante's circles of hell?
LMN: You know you love it.
Me: Fine. Now let me get this straight. DJ is catatonic after her parents were murdered, right? And everyone thinks she did it? And now she's got this shrink, and there are a bunch of random people also, who will clearly become red herrings in this storyline?
LMN: Yoooooooou betcha.
Me: I can feel my brain cells dying.
LMN: That's my job!
(time passes. I try to change the channel several times, but cannot summon the strength to do so)
Me: Oh! Thirtysomething chick is climbing a ladder! Eleventy million bucks says one of the ladder rungs suddenly gives out with dramatic music!
LMN: Sorry, didn't hear you.
(ladder rung gives out, with dramatic music)
Me: BOOYAHHHH!
LMN: Didn't hear you, sorry.
Me: Damn, this movie was certainly made in 1995. Check out the mom-jeans and oversized oxford shirt on whatshername. And Oh god, she's wearing a vest as well. Awesome. And I'm not even getting into the issue of her hair.
LMN: Just because you never figured out how to give yourself the Bridge and Tunnel bangs back in the day is not my fault.
Me: Did I mention that DJ Tanner is wearing Leonardo DiCaprio's old hair? Cause it is SUPER attractive.
LMN: Now you're just being mean. Accurate, but mean.
Me: Oh, thank christ, it's over. I'm outta here.
LMN: Except not, because coming up is a teen anorexia movie with Lynda Carter as the mom. You're not going anywhere.
Me: DAMMIT!!!!!!!!
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