Seeing as we're looking at solid rain for the next few weeks, I'll be locking myself up in my warm apartment (fake fireplace!) and watching the Habs eke out victories of the NHL's bottom-dwellers. However, it wasn't always this way. When I was 13 or 14, I would lock myself in the basement and watch 411 #19 on repeat and eat nachos.
Eventually, I started locking myself in the dark basement strictly so I could watch five horror movies in a row - Steve's TV had the best selection!
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