I'm laughing hysterically at the part in Napoleon Dynamite when Kip backs over the plastic bowl and it shatters. I watched that part well over an hour ago now and it is still making me giggle. I just love it when he so very meekly mutters "dang-it" and then peels out. That is a movie I just don't imagine ever not being funny to me. But, its not funny to JP. He is completely befuddled by the fact that this movie, more than any other movie we've ever watched together, makes me laugh with unbridled hilarity. Maybe, JP doesn't like it because it hits too close to home? I dunno, I didn't know him in highschool, but I do know there is a story about him eating his tacos with his head down in a tray ignoring a "hot-chick" who was trying to talk to him...so, you know. But seriously, who could refrain from laughing when they pummel the Summer pinata? Haven't we all wanted to pummel our very own Summer Pinata at least once in our lives? I know I have, and yet, I do feel strange about allowing boys to pummel US Army Tank pinatas at birthday parties. It feels a little...well...terrorist training camp to me. And yet, Birthday Express tries to sell me one every year around April!