"The vote! Did it go in?!"

The male body has a way of doing that, during instances of legitimate wad-shooting.

Hatch Blown, Burned By Shot Wad

Ah, shit , now I look like a racist.

He probably saw Braveheart.

Those were totally what got me, too. I was waiting the whole movie for the band, whose heroism was legendary. Nearer My God To Thee can still trigger goosebumps and the threat of tears, despite my lack of any kind of faith in any sort of religion, because of that.

But it makes the shit everyone here is complaining about look like fucking Casablanca by comparison.

Too bad Hattie McDaniel was deceased; she could have cameoed as a nanny who didn't "Know nothin' 'bout berthin' no babies!"

He twirled that shit off before he came on screen!

It's just that mine isn't big enough to sustain the inevitable swastika that it tries to form. Painful and humiliating!

I had Ballard's book about finding the ship, as well. One of my great childhood loves, reading about it.

Of course there won't be another hit like this. It was in theaters for a year. Not dollar theaters, either. I went to school with a girl who saw it every weekend, without fail. It was a military boarding school, and those were the only days we had to hit the big city*.

Nay. We are but Newswire.

I don't see stigmata, ladies!

"Listen, kid! I've been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA. I'm out there busting my buns every night! Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes!"

Sugar.

🎶He's got the look
He's got the look!🎶

It was like the MIB mind wipe thingie, what with its triple-C luster.

Those lips. That hair.

Perhaps he needs a touch of rastification? Ten percent, or so?