Murderous Dolls

As a child, I clearly watched far too many horror movies. To this day, I absolutely love them. The cheesier the better. It's an absolute guilty pleasure of mine. On Saturday, I realized just how much these movies may have warped me. We were at Hubbs' Aunt and Uncle's house. They had this incredibly creepy hide and go seek doll (i'm guessing that is it's purpose, other than scaring the crap out of unsuspecting relations that come for a visit) Here is said creepiness in all it's glory.

There it is, just counting to 10 waiting to pounce and murder us. Anyway. I left the room to put my phone back... and not a minute later, when I came back. The doll was facing AWAY from the couch! AWAY! The doll had turned around! Now, I thought to myself that maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me. So I went back to get my phone and look at the picture again. Sure enough, the doll had indeed moved. When I came back into the room to prepare to battle the demon doll, my Sister-in-law was in the room, picking up the doll and putting it back after she'd knocked it over. It turn out she had done the same thing when I went to go put my phone away. Lol. Seriously, for a minute there I was worried we were in some sort of Dolls or Child's Play type scenario. Luckily, my years of watching pretty much every horror movie in existence would have prepared me for any situation.

I'm always streaming terrible movies on netflix. One day, I asked my husband "Why is it that in all of the cannibal redneck movies, they're always raping people to like, continue the family line?" My husband was taken aback and after laughing for a second, he asked "Wait, how many cannibal redneck movies have you seen?!?" Seriously... so many.

My love of horror movies stems from the fact that my brother is 10 years older than me. Whilst I was young and impressionable, he would sit me down and make me watch horror movies with him. I'm not sure how many other 4-year-olds out there had seen Hellraiser, but I was one of them. I don't really think it affected me negatively in any way. Sure I have a morbid sense of humor, but plenty of normal people do too.

Getting to today's prompt. What's your favorite joke? I learned this one in college from one of my sorority sisters. It's incredibly cheesy, but that's what I love about it:

Two muffins are in an oven. One turns to the other and says "Man, it's hot in here." The other muffin says "AHH! A talking muffin!!"