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Fuck Ohio AND Connecticut with that Gustave Whitehead bullshit.

In March of 2011, the AV Club issued a lifetime pass to Hart and all of her fellow cast and crew of the film Can't Hardly Wait. So I guess right-wing religious fanatic is the way she's decided to use hers, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

"80% of success is showing up" - Darius Rucker

Days of Thunder probably.

"We wanted to make the best arcade experience ever" - Sorry pal, Bad Dudes came out in 1988. You're about 27 years too late.

There's a Wyoming in Michigan? That's pretty damn confusing.

You should take longer lunch breaks.

If my name was Michael Moore and I lived within reasonable driving distance of this place I would think about going there just to take a picture of myself under the sign that says I'm not allowed in. But I probably wouldn't ever actually do it, mainly because I just don't have a lot of spare time for things like that

He never changed his name legally. Having your dad say, "hey son, we're going to start calling ourselves Martin Luther King now because it sounds a lot cooler" does not constitute a legal change of name. Believe what you want about the guy. All I know is if the federal government seals your files for fifty years, you

MLK was a self-described fuck machine, so I guess you truly are honoring his legacy.

The Sesame Street version of MLK, maybe. The real MLK, real name Michael Lewis, was a grand slam son-of-a-bitch. For starters, he fucked anything with a pulse. Hookers, white socialite ladies, groupies, whatever, if it had a vag, he plowed it. He almost got kicked out of Oslo while there to accept his Peace Prize

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The Carpenters were a terrible speed metal band.

I put this on once as just something to watch while the in-laws where visiting for the holidays, everything was going fine until the out-of-nowhere strip club scene made things pretty uncomfortable.

I'm not surprised that the give away all your worldly possessions, abandon your friends and family, and follow some weirdo from town to town isn't exactly as appealing as the treat yo self version of Christianity.

Hipsters were into QuickBooks before you probably even heard of it.

Blown away to the local ER where they will wait as much as 90 minutes to receive medical attention because their injury is not very serious.

It would be very difficult to kill an adult human with that gun. You would have to shoot them in the neck, or square in the eye maybe, for it to kill them instantly. It would take someone hours to bleed to death from a gunshot wound from that thing.

Nice to see mention of fellow Clemson alum Charlie Whitehurst, aka Clipboard Jesus.

Adequate.