One of my friends recently made a mix CD (why?) of mostly tupac songs, so whenever I get into his car "California Love" comes on. Then he goes into this lengthy rant about how Tupac is way better than any other rapper. It is becoming a problem because:

Endless Mike, hard, balls Ellen.
All in the commas, baby.

For your head, bro!

Nothing. Nothing at all.

And that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit.

Army of Darkness always brightens even the darkest of days.

Hold on, if they are thinking of putting in a blow job section then I am all for this. Unless I have to provide the blowjobber, then fuck it. I hate this idea.

Is goat semen conductive?

This, you may not be surprised to learn, is where things really started to go wrong.

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This has very little to do with the movie itself, but apparently Stretch Armstrongs and other "stretches" go for a couple grand on the collectors market.

Honor system: if you are a female you have a female avatar; if you are male you have a slightly more pornographic female avatar.

ALLITERATION:

Is this what we have come to? Do people actually strive for canceraids now?

Cool story time.

I'm all for mexicans beating Mel Gibson, but I'm even more for the idea that, hey, let's just never use him for anything again. I've seriously stopped caring about this man.

What about Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch vs. Will Smith and DJ Jazzy Jeff?

I enjoyed the doors movie the first time around, but every subsequent viewing has left me cold.

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Dammit!