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I overheard a co-worker in the elevator today talking to another co-worker about how she tried to rent an action movie for her kids, and she was so embarrassed because she had to show the clerk the movie on the printout she had made, and then he corrected her pronunciation of the name of the film.

The film she asked for? "The Metal Lions". The actual movie? "The Medallion".

Here's the worst part: In the elevator, she was still pronouncing it wrong. She kept saying "Muh-day-lee-on".

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To those of you that spoiled the twist at the end of yesterday's Dexter for me today, I hope you die.

No crazy hijinks, no wild tortures or punishments, no elaborate purple-prosed imprecations.

Just death. Swift, inexorable death.