Scary Movies...

I love scary movies- but I hate the pop outs. And I like scary movies more when there is someone watching it with me more scared than me. The best person for me to watch scary movies with is Bobo. I can't help but laugh at him because he usually covers his eyes with a pillow (if we are home) and he'll scream like a little girl. Can someone please tell me why it's so satisfying to see a guy scream like a little girl?? It gives me fits of laughter and giggling- I start to cry, I get cramps, and if I look at the person (mainly Bobo) I start to spazz all over again.

When The Exorcist was re-released in the theater, Bobo, Hitler and myself went to go see it. Before the previews started I asked Bobo if I could hold his hand if I got scared (it will help calm me down). He replied with a "No- don't touch me you freak" type answer. Every preview he'd flail, grab me, in the process scare me, and say "OMG it's a preview!!!". Then the movie starts...and surprisingly the Exorcist isn't nearly as scary as I remember it. However, poor little Bobo was damn near pissing in his pants. Karma's a fucking bitch... And I think at one point he asked to hold my hand.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets: Bobo and I saw a late showing of this movie, and there were maybe 10 people in the theater. At the end of the movie with the crazy snaky thing- Bobo was starting to get a little nervous. The snaky thing did a little pop out- and the Bobo did a little girl scream in the theater. Uncontrollable laughter erupted from me.

Exorcism of Emily Rose: this one takes the cake for me... Watching this at Hitler and Ava's (while Hitler was gestating Mr Boo). During the movie Bobo gets up to facilitate the facilities- when he exists the bathroom, it scares Rex (Hitler and Ava's jumpy cattle dog), and Rex lets out a massive Peter Brady bark. Bobo screams and says "thank God I just peed, or else I would have pissed myself!".

After the movie is down- Bobo and I are ready to retreat home, and it's late. Bobo complains about going home alone (SIL was in Mexico at the time) and how he wishes he could have a big burly guy like Ava to cuddle next to while he slept. I recommended that he crawl in bed with Ava and Hitler, since they have a king, he would fit nicely in the middle. Ava didn't agree. So when Bobo and I are walking to our cars, we are talking in the drive way. Bobo's still bitching about the home alone business...and I say that he should call Hitler and Ava at 3am and tell them he's scared. He said that if he wakes up at 3am he's going to shit then kill himself (bad things happened between 3-330am in movie, since that was the Antichrist hour). I laughed and went home (alone).

The next morning I'm at the parentals, and I tell mom about the scary movie/Bobo trauma. Naturally, I'm laughing and crying as I retell. Mom said that Bobo called her around 8am telling her he couldn't sleep all night and he was freaked out by the movie. HAHA!! And he told her not to tell Hitler/Ava or myself....HAHA!!! Love the mom.

Bobo's a great source of entertainment. If anybody wants to turn horror/suspense into a comedy, I'll rent him out for a small fee.

BOO!