And Wilson had both the training and the weaponry to subdue Brown without resorting to killing him.

I'm near 300 lbs and I've had little 120 lb women throw me. Weight advantage has some to do with a confrontation, but when a) ONE PERSON HAS A WEAPON and b) ONE PERSON HAS TRAINING 80 lb difference isn't much of a difference.

"Wrestling, boxing, UFC, etc." all of which are highly athletic competitions in which muscle mass is an important factor. That's why there's often cheating in the weighing of competitors, because having greater muscle mass allows for harder hits. You can't hit near as hard if you're not athletic, no matter how much…

He was 292 lbs and 6'4"... but Wilson was 6'4" too and 210 lbs. Not all of Brown's weight was muscle, and not all of Wilson's weight was fat.

First time I had that thing happen it scared the shit out of me.

*conservative hockey fans. There's quite a few liberal ones (my parents are ridiculous, yell-at-the-tv hockey fans and quite liberal).

It's a damn tragedy to film Prince in portrait mode.

A fellow Canuckistanian, I see. Ignore it and go watch the video elsewhere or use a proxy. There's no way around it.

My bedroom was right below or beside my parents' for most of my life.

Even Wilson says that he grabbed Brown.

One of the best "blended-things" pies I've ever had is a bean pie a friend made with navy beans, some spice concoction, and chocolate. That pie was fucking delicious heaven. Same consistency as a good pumpkin pie, but the flavour was magnificent.

Pumpkin pie is delicious, indeed!

The blood and DNA in the car can easily be explained by the fact that WILSON SHOT HIM. Even grazes can give off blood.

Lucas sure loved his wipes.

The Millennium Falcon: Now powered by LENS FLARES!

Uh. Decent love story? Did you WATCH the prequels? The OT was the better love story by far, but it wasn't Lucas directing it. Or writing it.

The Robot Chicken guys must have so much fun making that show.

I had a crazy dream last night (while all this was going on) about the end of the world, superpowers, and a power-mad Spider-Man who also happened to be my dad in this dream. I had to kill him and his weird robot suit using my own superpowers of gravity control.

I force everyone who hasn't seen Star Wars to watch them, myself. There was this woman I met who had never seen them, and though she wasn't that interested in me, we became friends over me having her sit down and watch Star Wars.

The teaser trailer had me LITERALLYINCOHERENTONTHEINTERNET.