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I am clearly the OppositeWorld version of your naming fiasco. My name's Jeni and all I get from my colleagues (some of whom I've worked with for the best part of a decade) is an insistence on adding extra 'n's and 'y's THAT AREN'T BLIMMIN' MEANT TO BE THERE!! [/rage]

In my cinema, we have competitions to find the funniest mispronunciation of films we've heard that day. Favourites include 'Life Of A P. I.' for Life Of Pi, 'Promiscuous' for Prometheus, the horrific amount of people who assumed The Pacifier had a 'K' in it instead of a 'C' ( they were all corrected in a pretty snippy

Yeah, not such a friendly ghost any more, apparently....

FAO HBO - Get on this RIGHT NOW!

Killer Joe. Also Little Birds apparently, which I haven't seen so I can't comment on how good or not she was in it.

*high fives*

Purely anecdotal story, but here in the UK, there's a white guy who has fathered 17 children and counting, who used to get a helluva lot of coverage for his inability to use protection. This stopped remarkably quickly when he and his current partner were charged with murdering 6 of his children last year, but

"Demanding respect for yourself doesn't mean that you get to disrespect another"

*doffs hat*

Now playing

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the primary reason for my crippling coulrophobia....

I believe it's to be donated to a campaign he backs that is calling for more responsibility in the media....

Scotland has wild haggis....

This.

*hugs across the border*

I'll be in my bunk...

Tbh, "oh shit" and "cuntybaws" are interchangeable in my neck of the woods. "Cunt it!" is a personal favourite, but if the truth be known we're (as a nation) really just fond of running loads of swearywords together and seeing what sticks....

+1

Atomic Fireballs were the main currency of choice round our way, and playground hierarchy was established through competing to see who could fit the most Fireballs in their mouth at one go without being violently sick/having to go to the nurse with third -degree cinnamon burns. Ah, being 8, those were the days...

Yeah, it's very much this year's The Tourist.....