Team America
I was standing outside of the movie theater staring at the marquee debating on what other movie to watch other than Team America (which all my friends were there to see). I did not want to watch the puppet movie, but nothing else was appealing. Inside the theater, with Icee in hand and my roommate next to me, the sight of the Eiffel Tower being destroyed sent me into a fit. I was slapping my roommate's leg and banging my head against hers. During the musical numbers I was singing along. Between the sex and the puking my ass had to get up just so I could turn around and pound the seat. Halfway through the movie I wanted the soundtrack. By the end of the movie I was oligated to own it once it came out on dvd. Team America is the one film in my collect that I've replaced once, but if I ever have to replace it again because a friend's neglect to return it, that will be the end of me lending my movies.