How hot is Davey's Mom?!! I think it's the wireframe glasses.

Fair enough, my bad. Still think it sucks. And, like Mr/Ms Penis Van, I'm not a huge Dickens fan. I feel like the really familiar books are pretty good stories, like Christmas Carol and Great Expectations, etc. Not anything deep, sort of formulaic Victorian archetype characters.

I thought she was good, but I hated the production. However, not sure that I can separate that from the fact that it's just not a good story. Really, it isn't. That's why there's been countless versions of Great Expectations, and only this one of Bleak House.

The X-cretion Files: I want to be relieved

No, those are rip offs of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. (Hebrew Version)

The important thing is that it will be so easy for the McClains to defend themselves! Thanks to the NRA writing Florida's laws, you can get a concealed weapon permit by mail! You don't even have to show up or show your ID! (And double bonus, you do have to do a lot more than that in order to be able to vote.)

Faces of Death did it first!

I've got a hunger…

Did you Bombitty him in the nuts, to the amusement of Sammy Sosa?

Hmm, you're actually killing my bone zone here. Not that I'm a prude or anything, just the idea that she would participate in a Turtle-involved or even Turtle-adjacent threesome.

This is an interesting double-entry (hello!) but I wonder if the 'famously outed homosexual' angle is that relevant. I mean, Vanilla Ice's film and Elvis' films probably speak as much to the phenomenon of sexualizing young-ish male pop stars.

See, these filmmakers have some idea of what people want, they just don't go with their instincts. We need 80 minutes of Sosa smashing dingers into the nuts of Entourage-type fellows.

You ran into him? You fool! THAT'S HOW IT ALL STARTS!

Is it true that when LL sees a particularly lovely lady, his Kangol rises?

BUT WHEN THE MELANCHOLY FIT SHALL FALL
 SUDDEN FROM HEAVEN LIKE A WEEPING CLOUD,
THAT FOSTERS THE DROOP-HEADED FLOWERS ALL,
 AND HIDES THE GREEN HILL IN AN APRIL SHROUD;
THEN GLUT THY SORROW ON A MORNING ROSE.
 OR ON THE RAINBOW OF THE SALT SAND-WAVE,
  OR ON THE WEALTH OF GLOBED PEONIES;
OR IF THY MISTRESS SOME RICH ANGER…

Huh, never knew that. Wonder why Philly Boy Roy never brought it up. Then again, he does seem just plain obsessed with "And we danced."

You have nothing to apologize for. This shit's so unusual, anyway.

Aww, I wanted to do that joke too.

Love Lauper. Have less respect for her now that I know she was on the Celebrity Apprentice. But maybe she saw the Donald's true colors?

"Kyle MacLachlan. Sci-fi Messiah Picture with Big Worms. What do you need, a roadmap?"