Yeah, right. TAKE A WALK, NARC. I DON'T KNOW ANY OF THAT CRAZY DRUG LINGO.

Whoops, you're right. Sorry, it's an emotional moment.

You're such a Franklin.

Wheatcakes use eggs.

Right, that's what's happening here.

If Doctor Doom turns out to be a blogger who constantly sees his jokes repeated in the comments, gathering the glory of upvotes, then I completely understand this movie.

You might also enjoy a similar joke in the article, whenever you get around to it.

No, I meant viscous, as in covered in a lot of sticky splatters of fluid. But hey, thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt.

Sorry, she says she's not coming back until you leave.

It's Genevieve who didn't like Ghostbusters, not Amelie.

If you mean Terrence Malick's movie, it's an emoticon-based title. No octothorpe.

No, Dylan was born in Duluth. He moved to Hibbing when he was six.

On a related note, John Hollis never visited Duluth. What is it with this franchise's deep-seated hatred for Duluth?!

Right, I forgot to clarify that he's the porno director. Added that, thanks.

Not sure how you can get more obvious than Gonzo. He's the Muppet with the dick for a nose.

How so?

Ha. No argument here.

Glad you saw My Jerusalem! My buddy Jeff fronts that band. (I almost played guitar in it for a hot minute.)

Our first dance was to The Walkmen's "Bows And Arrows," since that album played a part in our getting together.

You're right. Technically, this sounds more like a "Movie."