Talk to the Ham

Because I scream real good, I was allowed to accompany the horror movie mavens (whose ability to scream has been destroyed by years of kill shots) to see Grindhouse.

Not only did I scream during the entertaining severed limb-a-thon. I claimed my blood right by actually talking to the movie! Some movies demand to be talked to, if not slapped upside the head, so I talked to Quentin Tarantino's half of the bill. If he'd have been there in person, I might have slapped him upside the head, if I didn't suspect that he'd enjoy it a little too much.