Typecast For A Lifetime

(I enjoy watching sappy movies on a certain TV network, even if they are reruns. My boyfriend, however, hates them, so we have a deal: if it’s a rerun, and he guesses who did it, he gets to pick what we watch. We are about five minutes into a movie.)

Boyfriend: “He did it.”

(He points at someone who is, in fact, the bad guy. I’m shocked.)

Me: “But he hasn’t even said anything yet; how did you know?”

Boyfriend: “This is a Lifetime movie, and he has a penis.”