My husband is a great guy. He's steadfast and strong and ferociously protective of our family. He also shares my interests in serial killers, gore and the macabre. So the other day when he asked, "Hey, didn't the Son of Sam kill a cabbie?" I was super delighted, but also a little pissed because he was wrong. Before I could even get a glare fired off, I had barked "no! Zodiac killed a cabbie!"* in a super annoyed fashion. So he's awesome and he gets me, it's just that he hasn't evolved to my level of creepy.
*It's worth noting that Son of Sam *worked* as a cabbie, but he didn't kill one.
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