"Uh, no, Internet, they're saying Bdroooo Carey, Bdreoooo Carey."
"Uh, no, Internet, they're saying Bdroooo Carey, Bdreoooo Carey."
On the contrary; I adjusted it to match the A7X comment. Perhaps my use of quotation marks misled you.
"I say, you wouldn't have had much fun in Stalingrad, would you have, Mr. Mittler?"
I assume you're referring to high-climbing tree-huggers whose limp wrists are too weak to maintain a good hold on the trunk.
The trailer was both tempting (oooh… this has a bunch of stuff I should love!) and C+-looking. Sad to see the latter confirmed.
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Come gather, AV Club,
It's high time ye learned
Bout a villian named Rupert
And the Harry who's Burns
I suspect Diego has Munchhausen Syndrome by Animal Proxy. No one comes across that many injured/helpless creatures by chance.
"What I want from
each and every one of you is a hard-target search of eve—"
"On what day did the Lord bake breadsticks, and couldn't he have rested on that day too?"
Consider yourself… obese.
I think you've leveraged your way into winning that argument.
[accidentally downvoted instead of upvoted]
I could tell at a glans this was going to be another one of those threads.
Not without the daydream looking a whole lot like The King of Comedy.
I liked Lois and Hal back when the show was on and I was childless, but still sympathized more with Malcolm.
[presses "Like" button]
M-O-O-N, that spells ass.
[seats Brad in front of a video poker machine, presses "deal" button over and over; only the queen of diamonds comes up] You didn't get the high score and take out four rows at a time or anything like that, did you, Brad? Did you?
How did you get this (garbage-smelling Seinfeld set) in here?!