Yup yup. This movie is such shit.

Wow, even a number of bona fide classics.

<<whispers>>

To be honest, I was 14 at the time. I think I pretty much hated everything in 1990.

I know you’re entitled to your opinion, but damn I love Tremors.

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And the double tie!

He looks almost exactly like the older version the movie depicted him as!

That’s true for the most part if you’re not an ardent fan, but it’s also fun to experience a cultural phenomena with a theater full of people who are just as crazy about something as you are. It really does feel special to be surrounded by such enthusiasm.

Just because you can buy Star Wars tickets tonight, doesn’t mean you need to.

“make sure it is pure”

Not sure the list of names that you have offered is comparable, all of these people excluding Yusuf Islam actually did something that caused their visa to be revoked. The notion that we can deny visa based on thoughts and art created is absurd. The drug use histories of Amy, George, Nigella is what cause the denial…

“Like, y’all wasn’t trippin on that in 2011, or 2012, or 2013, or 2014, or half of 2015. But out of nowhere, the UK has a problem with me coming into their country?”

Even after 21 years, you really need to find someone to punch you in the face for this. It's only fair.

I swear that kid told me that same story from the other perspective. . .I believe he even started the story with, “This kid was a total asshat.”

Crap in a hat! That’s some fucked up luck in gaming groups. All of them sucked, but the Orc Master is of particular interest to me. Over the years of being a GM for just about every game under the sun I’ve come up with a hard and fast rule. If the first words out of a player’s mouth is “I want to play an evil…

Watching the first championship games where they do that with duals in no-sleeves, and I sort of cringe now (even though I did the same back then)

Getting him to pull his proxies out is fine - but intentionally trying to fuck his cards up just to piss him off makes me want to smack you.

Most RPG players have had that magical group. You know the one: you stay up until 6am. You play for 15 hours straight. It’s awesome. Notes are flying. Secrets are being revealed. Crits are being rolled (or fumbles). Then, like many good things, it comes to an end. Your pals scatter to the four winds. Some stop…

I was playing some warhammer with friends. We were drinking, of course, and then things got a little heated - yelling, cursing, making indelicate remarks about mothers, good stuff like that, when all of a sudden the boiler exploded. I lost my arms and most of my army, and so was defeated in the next turn. Worst game…