Hey, you got your water on my poop!!

What?! I had read something maybe 8 or 9 years ago about a film being in the works, but i never knew it was actually completed. Excellent, I shall begin my illegal torrent search posthaste. Quickly, to the pirating cave!

"You Won't Believe The Priceless Treasure That This Boat Tour Patron Found In The Wet Turd That Landed On Her Head!"

As long as you've pitched the tent…

In honor of the 11th anniversary of this tragic event I've sculpted a bust of Dave Mathews from my own feces. Actually, I do this without really trying every time I take a dump. The likeness is uncanny. Hmmph.

I remember encountering the tiles when I moved to Philly back in the late 80's. I rode a bike everywhere and would stop to read them. I thought they might be a fellow art student's attempt at urban guerrilla propaganda, but they didn't make enough rational sense to be compelling or resonant or effective as anything…

And with which hand do you Wax the carrot? Polish the bayonet? Flog the bishop? Discipline the orphan?…

When a veteran thespian proves herself a true professional tits the greatest!

Oh Please. If you preface a story with a statement which essentially proclaims that we, the ignorant, oblivious viewers haven't the slightest notion of just what daunting, what grueling work it is do whatever the frick is the particular professional task which is the subject of the story, well, right from the get go I…

I am! The Hobbit, since it was by far the superior book of the series, should have been the superior films of the series; the divine culmination of Jackson's cinematic artistry and inspired story telling. But no, they weren't. They were just pretty good.

I've been operating under the vague notion that a semicolon is the link between my ascending and descending colons.

Pigs in Hell, boy.

Something something you. Hmmph.

#1 set such a high bar, such an impossibly lofty, spectacularly stratospheric standard that #2 could only hope to be a pale reflection, and yet I thoroughly enjoyed #2. In fact, #2 was so very entertaining and lively and even elegant in it's execution. But if #3 aims for the darker, grittier, pulpy side of the story,…

After 7 years Ron Perlman is itching to do a new one…

And fans her nachos and Dr. Pepper farts in the other direction.

Rimming Hell? Oh Boy!

Ronn?

A tybe-o? Bositive.

That "therapist" she's been seeing 3 times a week for the past 7 months? Me. Hmmph.