I was watching Rambo III last night.
Don't judge me.
Joe was having a mini-movie marathon of action flicks, because he sat through Vanity Fair the other day.
There was one scene where Rambo puts gun powder on a wound and ignites it to close it up. This apparently reminded Joe of something...
Joe: "Didn't you ever break open a blackcat to get the powder out, to light it?"
Me: "No. I was a girl. Remember? I played with Barbies."
Joe: "But G.I. Joe had to introduce Barbie to explosives at some point. Like, 'Look Barbie {explosion sound effects} AHH AH! My hand! Noo!'"
Me: "My Barbie never would've dated a deformed G.I. Joe."
Joe: "You mean, she wouldn't have married G.I. Joe if his face was melted off?"
Me: "Nope!"
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