Don't worry about it.

No, I can't. Anyway, how is your sex life?

And there will apparently be a few more such fucked weeks.

No Walking the Room this week, so fuck this week.

So is "manitou" a mashup of "man" and "tumor"? Like the Bennifer of neck-shamans?

I prefer the sequel, which attempts an urban-youth crossover: "Breakin' 2: Electric Manitou."

Now THERE'S somebody who will be able to talk cum gutters.

Or Steve Holmes, if we open it up to porn stars named Holmes who are, you know, still alive.

I don't see it. Thanks though!

Probably not quite as terrible as Emmett Till's open-casket photos. Google and compare.

Nobody likes shortcomings.

Come for the swirling, stay for the shimmering.

Boy, I'll say!

I stick my thumb in Claire's butt on the regs.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
TUSK!

In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it
TUSK!

Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
TUSK!

I hate that Reese hardly ever makes movies where she says things like "I felt like I had been transformed into a human urinal" anymore.

I hate that Reese hardly ever makes movies where she says things like "I felt like I had been transformed into a human urinal" anymore.

I hate that Reese hardly ever makes movies where she says things like "I felt like I had been transformed into a human urinal" anymore.