Even though it was stupid, I like the one where he kills everyone while in prison. I put my whole "believable" thing on pause.
Even though it was stupid, I like the one where he kills everyone while in prison. I put my whole "believable" thing on pause.
A rating scale based entirely on primes? I like it.
Yeah. You can generally tell.
"I could have never guessed because, outside of most of the true luxury brands, all these cars look exactly the same. I can't tell the difference between the Ford, Chevy, or Dodge."
What, like the back of a Volkswagen?
No.
You might be right. People are awful.
Person or not, he sure as shit better back up the dude who already threatened his life.
That's a dangerous game, Count.
That's the only thing I regret about that particular experience. I was trying to get it done "in time" and it was a little tougher than I wanted. In retrospect, I should have smoked it for only a few hours and then finished in the oven. Or bought an electric knife so the slices could be thinner. It wasn't bad or…
The way he runs things, it won't last a hundred.
One time I accidentally picked up a corned beef, rather than the brisket I intended. Got it home, realized my mistake and then smoked it anyway. Not exactly the same, but it was essentially pastrami. I guess that isn't really a leftover, but I thought it was pretty cool anyway.
I'm not proud. It's a fairly inconsequential movie, but I've always liked it. Maybe because I'm a frustrated musician who ended up in corporate hell anyway. Not that I should have "made it". As much as I enjoy making music, I don't think my talent level should be rewarded or encouraged in any way.
It just so tempting. And fattening.
You're thinking of Giovanni Ribisi. He was the drummer who broke his hand so they had to bring in Guy. Ethan Embry was the bass player who joined the Marines and didn't show up for the big TV appearance right before the whole thing implodes.
Was that the iFornicate app?
I say this to myself all the time when I hear the word "manslaughter". Either that or it reminds me of the Brian Regan joke about how much worse "manslaughter" sounds than "murder".
But at least I'm the most authentic grunge musician of all time. I even like shitty-sounding distortion pedals and promoting my own authenticity.
FUBAR.
Shit doesn't even work anymore!