Bingo, deathmonkey: MPDMILF.

Ownage regognized. Derived from the hiking term, which refers to trails made by wildlife that can lead one off in the wrong direction.

Olsen Johnson is right!

Or his theatrical agent, Fucky McFuckerson.

You're thinking of his PI, Penis McPenispenis.

Second, but I would like to add that "or even whether there was a right choice available in his situation" is one of the neatest assesments of the climax I have ever seem.

All due respect to your ownership and everything, ZMF, but really, Do The Right Thing is the only title in Lee's repetoire that really works as a serious stand alone work of art, without having to be justified. As in "Well, it is a big slick hollywood movie,. but Spike Lee directed, so maybe we should look deeper?"…

You are an ugly asshole and I hope you die and go to hell. Black Badger can meet you there, the bitch.

Who you callin a Polack! Oh, wait, no . . .

Strawberry Heroin? Didn't they play at Woodstock?

Everyone thinks it's called "Teenage Wasteland," but real fans know it's called "Zombie O'Reilly."

I never thought I would say anything remotely like this, but: Thank you, Breakfast Balls.

With butter!

And, since they didn't have AIDS back then, remember: you'll have to burn those beans in a cancerfire!

Just a question of clarity there, folks. After the (end) of the Soviet invasion is what I think we're meant to come away with, which would make sense, since that's when the multi-focal funding of what were thought to be the benevolent powers-that-be in Afghanistan dried up. Either way, what the book has to say is…

Just came on the Flix channel, ten minutes after I started reading the review. The Movie Gods have spoken.

@Elitist: Bud Select does taste like really good Bud, but still tastes like Bud to me. But then, I am a rotten, spoiled beer snob. From which:

"simply copy-pasting all the comments from the Angels and Demons thread over here" is insultingly, achingly accurate. Genius!

Sounds like the sort of thing that could be sublime or horrible, depending on the mood, setting, and construction. But anything Budweiser makes is doomed to foul, disgusting failure.

Yippie Kai Yay, mellon farmer.