Wolverine. That guy’s not even close to fucking housebroken.

You are. You’re a jerkface.

You do realize that the fact that you believe that to be true means fuck all in terms of the larger picture right? I’m not sure if the point of your post was to make yourself seem somehow different or better, but it doesn’t matter. You’re a single person in a sea of research.

Well, there was this time with a really fat girl and a huge black dude with a teeny tiny cock. Don’t really want to relive that one.

Stop it! You take that back right now!

You figure the photographer just couldn’t hold the camera straight there? Yeah. That’s what I thought too.

Because she needs the money? It’s not like she needs the money. Also: she won an OSCAR dude.

Maybe you two can be cellmates? Do both of you swallow? It can get messy in there.

Also:

Tell me that again after you’ve paid the fine and spent a few nights in a cell with your new lover Jimmy.

So if you break into a house now it’s OK as long as you knock on the door in a few months and ask if you can come in?

You’re a fucking asshole and a thief.

Deadpool Two: Electric Boogaloo will not happen UNLESS Ryan Reynolds uses his political clout to push it through. This movie will perform adequately, but not well enough to justify a sequel (much like Serenity: “We can make MORE money doing something else.”)

That’s 1.6 kilometres jerkface.

Movie falls flat in the entire fucking third act, and I’ve been waiting a week to say so. As soon as they kidnap Vanessa it becomes just another generic superhero film—up until that it’s fantastic.

1) The world record is meaningless as an expectation for anything remotely approaching normal

I used my dick and reach three words per minute: those words are “I call bullshit”

75 words per minute is not particularly fast, so there’s that. It’s not slow, but it’s no particularly fast.

Firstly, this:

Don’t care if she’s 5,000: I’d totally hit that.