You're lying around, minding your own business and along comes your boyfriend, Edd.
You squish his face. He is truly a work of art.
"So, I was thinking we could watch a movie," he said.
"Okay I'll call up Matt, Tom and Tord," you responded.
"No- Just you and me."
"Okay, which one?"
"It's called Rocky Horror. They even have a guy named after me!"
"I'm pretty sure they didn't name anyone after you."
"Hm, you don't believe me?" He poked you.
"Maybe?"
Now he's full on tickling you.
"Stop, stop, it hurts!" You shout.
Out of context this would look pretty bad. Let's just hope your neighbors can't hear.
"Fine, fine, let's just watch the stupid movie." You sigh.
It was, to put it gently, very eventful. In the span of 7 hours (the in movie time, not run time), 4 people died, 2 people cheated on their partners, there was 1 incestual relationship, lots of makeup and fishnets, many song and dance numbers and the sexy, sexy Tim Curry starring as Frank-n-furter.
"Wow." You sat there shocked.
"Yup."
"That was quite something."
"Yup."
"I'm gonna have those songs stuck in my head."
"Then I have done my job."
