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This is day 5 of my thirty day blog challenge. If you want to read the previous four, just scroll down. Today's topic is my guilty pleasure. I have to admit that this is a struggle for me, not because I don't have a guilty pleasure, but because I have a hard time picking one. So, since I get to make up the rules anyway, I'll not pick one. I'll pick three.
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Food: This is definitely Dairy Queen Blizzards. Most of the year, I'm a generalist. I like Reese cup and banana split a lot, but strawberry cheesequake is a happy thing too. But when it's available, I'm insane over pumpkin pie. I get at least a dozen of them during their short run in the fall. Sometimes (okay, almost always) I'll go by myself and eat a large. It's nearly enough to make you black out. I'd say that's two distinct signs of addiction.
Television: Hallmark Christmas movies. I know, I know. They're such dreck. And they follow the same formula every single time. Two people don't get along. Then they're thrown together by some cause or crisis. Then they fall in love. Then one of them gets some sort of information about the other that's either incorrect or partial. Without bothering to ask any questions and usually with no explanation, the first person will leave and the second person will nobly live with the ignominy until the first person, having heard the truth, walks back in just in time for Christmas Eve. Cut to the wedding. I get so angry at them but I just can't stop watching them! And yes, I cry. I own it.
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Movie: It's hard for me to pick just one horrible movie I feel guilty admitting I secretly like it. I think I'll have to settle for
Roadhouse. It's the movie that almost singlehandedly ended Patrick Swayze's career. It has every corny one-dimensional character you can think of, but I just really like it. It has one of my favorite lines of any movie ever. When the beautiful doctor offers to give Swayze's character a local before she stitches up his wound, he says, "Pain don't hurt." How can you not love that? And it has the single dumbest way I've ever seen someone get killed in a movie. Patrick Swayze's character, fighting the martial artist henchman of the gleefully evil antagonist, wins the fight by ripping the other guy's sinuses out. No, I'm not kidding.
So what are you guilty pleasures?
