I fucking hate parties.
One of the many good things about being old is never having to go to parties again.
I fucking hate parties.
One of the many good things about being old is never having to go to parties again.
Putting aside the question of who gave CancerAIDS to who, I would like to make it clear that I cannot believe this movie exists. What. The. Fuck?
The directors cut is one of RS's best films.
What the fuck is it with Sherlock Holmes?
Why is there such a massive horde of half assed marginal genre authors who churn out books where Sherlock Holmes fights fucking Dracula, or some such gothic shit… OR… half assed literary authors who churn out books where Arthur Conan Doyle solves mysteries?