He watches THUNDERCATS.
He tried to hide it for a while, I think. I think he tried to change the channel really quickly any time someone went downstairs, like he was trying to cover up the fact that he was watching porn or something.
But no, no porn. THUNDERCATS.
So he watches his ThunderCats and eats Party Mix and complains about how “THERE ARE SO MANY PRETZELS AND HOW COME WE CAN’T JUST GET RINGLOS AND NACHOS AND CHEESIES AND MIX THEM SO WE DON’T HAVE TO BE OPPRESSED BY THE PRETZELS AND THEIR INCESSANT DRYNESS?!?!”
And my mom is now supporting this behavior by remembering what time the show plays and saying things like “Hey! You can’t go to bed yet! ThunderCats are on!” Which would be funny if she were kidding, but she’s not. She is dead serious. So instead of funny, it’s hilarious.
And sometimes I think he must just get way too overwhelmed by his love for said ThunderCats, because often when I make eye contact with him he simply throws up his arms and proclaims: “THUNDERCATS!”
And it is awesome.