I've got a Bachelor's and two Master's degrees and was on the Dean's List (and The Dean's Shit List) multiple times. Stay in school, kid.

Ayeah.

The biggest problem with all three was that the scripts were runny, dysenterial ass.

Wait a minute, I'm seeing a pattern here…
Is there any poor soul out there without an ass crack?
They need to see this movie first.

[You left out "…and for free *cough cough*!"]

So, Gin, then? Dikachu is preserved in it. People will be able to see him at the Mutter Museum, one day.

Fucktard.

I distinctly felt The Wobble of The Wattle in all of his posts. I used The Farce.

No, it is not. You were previously using them for stress like an ignorant, uneducated person.

It's rare to spot a really committed solipsist these days. Congratulations! I am, of course, only a figment of your imagination, so don't get a big head about it.

"You are officially banned from "CBGB's" - Comic Book Guy's Bar!"

He'll be after The Rape Stove, next!

Mr. Owl: AH-THREE!

Something-something-fallopian… fuck it, I got nothing.

Tru-Value Hardware!

He's another one that ended up stuffed by Persians. His head was used as a comedy prop for Greek plays in Persepolis.

Got all four!

He'll Sweep Your Chimney and Haul Your Ashes, Missus!
Benedict Cumberbatch sounds like a greengrocer with a dark secret, sort of like a vegetarian Sweeny Todd.

Death Hunt. Charles Bronson and Lee Marvin together again, with Carl Weathers, a still-promising Eric Roberts and Angie Dickenson as Sexy Widow. A period actioner set during the Yukon gold rush of the 1920s. I have an inordinate love for this movie.

Often while hammered. It's part of the skill set.