A movie and at the end an older American sitcom.
Movies are boring. It's like watching paint dry...
--Ron White
TURNING OFF THE GHOST what’s up with the ghost who boringly stares through two holes in a sheet he watches her every mistake slow and agonizingly she gobbles up a pie her fork stabbing it we don’t know if it’s savory or sweet it goes on and on like a crazed murderer then she spews thankfully running first from floor to toilet seat and still, very still the proverbial ghost in his long white sheet silently watches the best part is when he slowly slowly strolls to the window and across the way spies another “sheet” they lift up a cloth paw to acknowledge one another this movie was listed as horror i turned it off it was a horror i turned on “Good Times.”
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