Since I'm no fictionist, I can't be making this up, can I? But this story really happened, according to my moles.
A teenage boy (college student) from the neighborhood innocently borrowed, after lunch, a neighbor's pirated copy of Spiderman, the movie. The friendly neighborhood gladly obliged.
"Ma, Pa, let's watch Spiderman!" he shouted excitedly upon reaching the house. Whereupon the mother, the father, even the other brothers and sisters came out of their respective rooms and assembled in front of the TV/DVD player in the living room awaiting an afernoon of wholesome fun.
But lo and behold, what came out on the screen was a hard-core porno scene: a stark-naked and stark-raving-mad couple of...pornocrats in the midst of coupling.
The mother was aghast and was the first to react with actual words and sounds: "Turn it off! Turn it off!" she shouted with all her might.
The boy fumbled and scrambled to have the whole thing shut down.
The members of the family couldn't believe it, couldn't look at each other's eyes after the incident.
Something died in that family that day.
A similar incident in another house a stone's throw away happened. But this time, it was even worse. I think it's Superman that's supposed to be on, and the only ones present were the father and his daughters. Guess who the not-so-innocent perpetrator of the crime was: the only son (who must have mistakenly left a trace of his naughtiness around the house and left without knowing about the consequences).
The neighborhood boys were, of course, having an unending laugh trip from this twin incident the minute the stories were relayed to them. They are barely able to complete telling the stories without choking on them when pressed to repeat them for the juicy details.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Posted by R.O. at 11:23 AM