WHAT WE KNOW FOR SURE:
WHAT WE KNOW FOR SURE:
*applies analgesic cream to head wounds*
I wouldn't rule this out. SyFy is sponsoring a contest for fans to name the sequel.
Cable needs more coked-up whores and crazy dentists.
Definitely going to hit the Portland show.
I await their fundament.
A grown-ass man who is named Bun, that's who.
Best record screenprinted with the band’s blood: Handwriting, the debut album by Rachel's, nearly twenty fucking years ago. And they were about as far from metal as you can get.
Resigned to the inevitable Zodiac CookieFucker troll.
The biggest challenge when juggling chainsaws and puppies is that you can start out with 6 things and end up juggling 12 things.
Thanks for the earworm, Flag!
*hums "It's A Small World" to keep sanity*
"Pour me a drank, Harry."
I love that she was so transparently manipulative in that film, and Johnson's character knew it, but she was so maddeningly irresistable he couldn't help himself. And he absolutely loathed himself for it.
I'm gonna go ahead and pretend it's margarine, if only for the mental image of a busy bar on a Saturday night with beautiful young people sipping exotic drinks and ignoring frumpy old Karl Welzein — who keeps trying to get the bartender's attention to send back his stick of margarine, only to give up and start peeling…
No, sorry, there isn't time . . .
I'm going to remember this guy's name and throw my head away.
Any 45-year-old who talks like he's 15 is immediately disqualified from relevancy even if it is a hip gimmick. Although I do like that he's into margarine enough to attempt to slangify it into the modern lexicon.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
- Abraham Lincoln
I am not from Michigan, nor have I ever been there, but I fully support you two in all your future endeavors.
This article has given me a new go-to catchphrase:
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!
At least you have a built-in excuse for a refund if you don't like it.
"It's defective."
Happy Boy.
Beat Farmers.
No contest.