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"Come on, I've seen this one before." Pete pleaded. He'd been trying to convince the rest of the club to watch this one movie he'd gotten on DVD.
"On my T.V? I don't think so," Bill said. "None of the horror flicks you recommend are ever any good."
"It's not that bad, I'm tellin' ya,"
"Maybe we should give it a try?" Jerry suggested. He just wanted everyone to decide on what to do that night, rather than waiting around and arguing about it like they'd been doing for the past thirty minutes.
Bill finally agreed on letting it be watched, and they all gathered round the basement couch.
One hour and eleven minutes later, that decision came to be a great regret.
"What the living fuck," Josh said. "That wasn't even a horror movie, that was just a really gory porno. Not even a good one, either."
"How do you live with yourself, Pete…" Bill said, grossed out.
"You just don't see the artistic value." Pete said, unaffected. Jerry was still too shocked to speak. Needless to say, the Eltingville club would no longer be taking their secretary of horror's movie recommendations.