
People have cringed at footage of Demi Moore kissing a 15-year-old boy.
Resurfaced on social media, the event features the 19-year-old actress from Indecent Proposal attending her co-star Philip Tanzini’s 15th birthday party from General Hospital.
In the enduring American soap opera, Moore portrayed Jackie Templeton from 1982 to 1984, and Tanzini, Jeremy Hewitt, from 1979 to 1982.
According to the MailOnline, the video was purportedly shot in 1982 and first broadcast on Entertainment Tonight.


Since its January 2012 upload on YouTube, it has racked up an incredible 8.7 million views.
Throughout the evening, Moore can be seen kissing Tanzini three times throughout the entire clip.
Moore, who at the time was married to Freddy Moore, is heard in the tape praising her co-star and calling him one of her “favorite people.”
“I love Philip, and he’s the only one I love,” she declares. He is one of my most favorite persons, and I adore him so much.I adore him and he’s very wonderful.
“We’re going to get married, by the way. Don’t let her husband find out,” Tanzini continues.
Then Moore yells, “I can’t wait.”

People have been calling the footage “weird” and “disturbing” on social media since it was discovered.
“This kiss wasn’t a quick peck on the cheek or even the lips,” wrote one observer. Nor was it an isolated incident.Furthermore, I could really care less that it came from a woman—especially Demi Moore. It’s unsettling, or at the very least quite uneasy.
Another commenter said, “There’s still something a little strange about this. This fifteen-year-old appears much younger. Who knows, though?

“Of course, young men dream about older women—even me at that age—but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s an adult kissing a child.”Those aren’t just fast kisses; those are genuine kisses. Too strange. Always ask questions.
A third added their thoughts, saying, “I thought that kiss was way too long and intimate.” made me feel uneasy.
Neighbor Wouldn’t Turn Off His Bright Floodlights at Night, I Deftly Managed the Situation and Maintained Harmony

When my neighbor wouldn’t turn off his bright floodlights at night, my husband and I needed a clever solution to keep the peace.
When the Thompsons moved in next door, they seemed friendly. My wife, Gia, and Susan, the neighbor, quickly bonded while chatting over unpacked boxes. We thought we finally had some neighbors our age to socialize with. Mark, the husband, was often away for work, while Susan stayed home and had a long list of phobias, including fear of the dark, thunderstorms, snakes, clowns, and spiders.
As time passed, Susan’s fear of the dark created an issue that affected Gia and me. Their floodlights, installed soon after they moved in, were excessively bright, like those outside prisons. Gia joked that they could probably be seen from space.
Despite our attempts to address the issue, Susan insisted she needed the lights on for safety when Mark was away. We tried thick curtains and rearranging our bedroom, but nothing helped. After a week of sleepless nights, I approached Susan, asking her to turn off the floodlights after midnight, as they shined directly into our bedroom. She explained her need for safety and refused my suggestion to install a timer.
After several attempts to reason with her and Mark, who felt similarly protective of Susan, we continued to lose sleep. Frustrated, I considered drastic measures, like unscrewing the bulbs or using a pellet gun, but Gia reminded me to stay calm. Instead, she suggested a harmless plan while she and Susan went out for nails.
The next day, I climbed a ladder and slightly unscrewed each bulb to disrupt the connection. That night, when Susan turned on the lights, they flickered and went out. Gia and I finally enjoyed peaceful sleep. Surprisingly, days turned into weeks, and the lights stayed off.
However, one day, I saw Mark fixing the bulbs again. The floodlights blazed back to life that night, and I knew I had to repeat my trick. This cycle continued for months—every time Mark tightened the bulbs, I loosened them.
Then one Saturday, as I trimmed the hedges, Mark approached me. He mentioned his floodlights kept going out, and I managed to keep a straight face while agreeing it might be due to vibrations from the street. I suggested he could leave them off, and he seemed to consider it. After that conversation, Gia and I enjoyed our peaceful, dark evenings once again.
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