My wife doesn't get it - she acknowledges that Ghostbusters is a decent movie, but she doesn't quite get the hype. After watching it she shrugged her shoulders, turned to me, and said "It was fine - I didn't think it was that good."
She now lives here:
I'm not a monster though, she will be allowed out once she has the entire movie memorized, and has even played through the recent Ghostbusters video game on hard mode without getting hit once.
While I wait, I'm going to enjoy remembering the fun my friends and I had with our little plastic proton packs with the foam stream (can you cross foam streams?). I'm pretty sure my dad ran over my trap with the lawnmower, also forcing me to banish him to the Containment Unit. In my heart of hearts, I know it was my own fault for leaving my trap out where civilians could find it, though.
I leave you now with the greatest toy ever crafted. This beats GI Joe, Barbie, Skip-It, Jurassic Park Dinos (with DINO DAMAGE!). No, simply nothing can top this:
Until next time...
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