John and I were watching a B-movie horror flick called Hide and Seek on Skin-a-max today. A killer had been wielding a knife on everyone who walked through the door for about 30 minutes. Creepy Dakota Fanning was starting to cry because she knew the bad guy was finally going to come for her.Suddenly, John gets all excited. "Honey! That's the knife I gave you!"
I looked at the blood-stained blade on the screen and glanced over at my overly cheerful boyfriend. He was staring at the knife and getting a little nostalgic. I guess it did make an awfully clean cut.
1 comment:
Dear Elisabeth,
Slasher movies = perfect product placement opportunity for knife companies! Brilliant! I totally want to cut carrots with a limited-edition Freddy Krueger knife.
Sincerely,
The Rhetorical Letter Writer
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