I'm sorry Roger Ebert died before you could ravish him. Maybe try necrophilia? You won't even have to bring flowers.
I'm sorry Roger Ebert died before you could ravish him. Maybe try necrophilia? You won't even have to bring flowers.
Complete with deli anecdote!
I am intriguingly aroused.
I may be overfond of outsider music and punk to give an objective opinon. Prindle isn't either, but it's fun coasting through his reviews, since he has a taste in such things: http://www.markprindle.com/…
I guess it's like sisters-in-law, except you have some more law.
We had a drinking game in college called TV Executive. Everyone picks a random channel, worst program (decided by the group) wins and that person drinks.
Too bright for drunkposting noooooo
Oh, I guess you click on an episode, click on the series title, and there it is. Awfully convenient!
No, they have to fix that shit.
Do I have to sign up for the newsletter to get What's On Tonight?
Just give Hugh Jackman some prosthetic kangaroo balls and you have yourself a movie.
Even my robotronic finger is tired from all the damn scrollin'.
GG had a unique audience in that they cowered in fear and revulsion as he did his shtick. No fights? He will make one.
What I did was drink two malt liquors, close and reopen my browsers, clear cache, and yell. Then my account suddenly changed.
B-4 works in telecommunications, although the fluorescent lights scare him.
I submitted another comment and now it's awaiting moderation as well. Vagina Watch 2013!
From wikipedia:
New internet mission: obtain copy of Australia's Naughtiest Home Videos. Dingos eating babies? Babies eating dingos? Only time will tell.
Emoji? Is that like a Furby?
Picard and Dathon at El-Adrel.