I say this with total sincerity, because I'm one too, but:

Is your grandpa's name Waldo Pepper perchance?

They are fewer and far-er in-between, my friend.

Must be all that running and screaming. That'll wear a body out in no time a'tall, doncha know.

True. After the film, everybody wanted a raptor for their very own. Just one of those big bitches would make you feel safer than a pack of snarling Rottweilers.

Well, then, here's another bubble for your piggy bank.

That's dis-gusting. But I'm gonna up-vote you anyway, because I do love a punster.

I, for one, appreciate avatar/comment irony.

Shave the top of her head and stick a baseball cap on her that reads "JW, The $equel" and you'll see the resemblance.

Only when I'm in a good mood.

Yeah, but she got to be blind for that film, so she was able to erase it from her memory. As for us, the poor sighted schlubs who actually sat through that turkey, we are entirely incapable of un-seeing it.

Speaking of dinosaur shit, in JP I and III, there were outrageously HUUUUGGE piles of dino-do, which, if one considered the total volume of the turds vs. the size of the vessel from which they were extruded… Aw, shit; forget it. That's math and I suck at math. Suffice it to say that the gastrointestinal tract of a…

And your point is…?

It worked for Jeff Goldblum.

Bad job, internet.

You're right. You got nothing.

I rather liked the idea that Chris Pratt was nothing more than a raptor's bitch for two solid hours.

You draw enough zeros on my paycheck and I'll give it a go.

Hooker heels or combat boots? These are her choices? Why not let her wear a comfy pair of tennies, for crissakes?

I just watched five minutes of the bomb scene of Threads. The last 60 seconds are fucking horrifying. I need to watch the whole video, if I can find it. Thanks for the link. Cheers!