COBRA!

The other night I showed this movie, at least the introduction to my wife. And the first words out of her mouth was that this sounded like a show tune. At first blush I was a little perturbed that my wife would call my childhood something so campy. Then the I watched a little closer as the rest of the song played out and frown turned to horror as she was right. This was a show tune.

Then the good guys started to yell, “Yo Joe!” and it couldn’t have been campier if it was happening at Gay Pride with cowboys in assless chaps. She was laughing. I was laughing. But she started it.

Now when I want her to laugh, I start yelling “Cobra!” while busting out in West Side Story dancing fight routines.

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