Every woman is a distinct and unique individual, as unique as a snowflake, and that's why I like to catch 'em on my tongue. Heh heh…

Uh, ya thinque?! Heh heh. Happy Birthday 'Murica!!

That one was pretty good. Pretty, pretty good.

When Charlie dates the nice rich girl and then brutally dumps her just to get back at all the girls who ever done him wrong is one of the most memorable episodes. I don't know if that was Charlie being the competent one, maybe more so an evil genius.

I'm sorry, I let my gibberish interpreter start her weekend early. No comprende. Hmmph.

You put an extra m in there. I assume it's for m-phasis.

I watched it all in my browser, in the dark. Hmmph.

I don't mean to piss on your firecracker at this ostensibly celebratory time, but we also live in a world of Antonin Scalia, Clarence Thomas, Mike Huckabee, Ted Cruze, as well as legions upon legions of bigoted, racist, increasingly paranoid, NRA card carrying self appointed quasi militant storm trooper wannabees.

Only a real commie would know that!

Damn, that was a goooood scene. I wanted to hate the dad, Dean Jagger, but his performance is so nuanced but still crisp. Very impressive. And Robert Walker, of course, is riveting. I'll have to watch the whole damn thing this weekend. Sorry kids, I can't bar-b-q the weiners, Poppa's got important work to do. Hmmph.

Independence from his wack a doodle tyranny!

Each and every CancerAids is special in its own unique way, like carcinogenic immunity supressing snowflakes.

Now that same sex couples can be legally married in every one of the 50 states there's nowhere for those two demonic trolls to hide, other than in their subterranean lair that's specially equipped for their their weekend child abduction and sacrifice hobby.

Choosy mothers choose Gifs!

The NSA is monitoring this thread…

Christian Religious art may be technically superlative, as in the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, or Leonardo's Last Supper, but the content, the meaning, the story is always so fucking dismal. Ponderous, man. Hmmph.

Me too, but I attend the Church of the Dark and Furious Overlord.

Wrong! It's 2371. Hmmph.

Two weeks ago when we had that fierce storm here in the Northeast my cell phone lit up like a fire engine flashing and chiming with a tornado warning. I didn't even know it could do that or that I'd signed up for that service. The storm blew in so quickly and within 10 minutes the trees were being blown sideways and…

Me too, but only if that country is Madagascar. Hmmph.