Is that like normal card throwing just droller?

*Imagines how excited Eric Trump is going to be at his next birthday party.

I really hope every time Billy Murray sees that polar bear scene he calls up Mitch Glazer to tell him about it.

The Hulk's family crest is a picture of a barracuda eating Neil Armstrong!

Every after-Funeral meal I've been to in this corner of Indiana has at least one Wick's Sugar Cream Pie which is something I think we stole from the Pennsylvania-Dutch. I haven't seen them many places outside of this area.

Negan: Can you sing, Master Hobbit?
Carl: Well… yes. At least, well enough for my own people. But we have no songs for great halls and… evil times.
Negan: And why should your songs be unfit for my hall? Come, sing me a song.

The 90's should have been dominated by two bands: the Crash Test Dummies and PM Dawn.

I'd toss Midnight Special and Moonlight in there, too.

See, I think Jack Reacher 1 is a much weirder movie than people remember. The first 8 minutes have no dialogue, Werner Herzog is the villain and Tom Cruise plays a genuinely unlikeable asshole through the whole thing. "I'm gonna drink your blood from a boot." Plus it has a pretty great car chase and some solid action…

I've got dibs on:

I read that as Fancy Horse magazines. "I'm a fancy horse! Bring me my fancy horse clothes!"

All I want to do is go to this place, but I have to find a way to fit my seven distinctly shaped types of luggage into my long, rectangular car.

Oh, it was a banner fucking year in Ceaser's Legion. I got a carton of cigarettes. My commdander grabbed me and said, "Hey, smoke up Johnny."

As someone with a pathological and paralyzing fear of severe weather (who lives in an area of the country, the Midwest, where we actually have a time of year called Tornado Season), watching Take Shelter was one of the most visceral, affecting and terrifying movie experiences I've ever had. I was whole body trembling…

Driver's work, too, is great. Those interview scenes with him and the child are powerfully acted.

My nieces and nephews are desperate for a gritty reboot of The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis on the CW where Dobie Gillis has to go around informing his sexual partners he's contracted Super Syphilis and Maynard G. Krebs is fighting crushing clinical depression with suicidal ideation.

Our, with the power pad version, just sit on the ground and play the pads like bongos. It's why my generation has such strong triceps and such weak hips.

My building only allows wacky hijinks. When we found out Mr. Smithwick in 4B was really two dogs standing on each others shoulders whilst wearing a trenchcoat and fedora, nobody was sure what to do.

Olyphant:
Grey as a mouse
Big as a house
Nose like a snake
I make the earth shake
As I tramp through the grass
Trees crack as I pass
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South
Flapping big ears
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round
Never lie on the ground
Not even to die
Olyphant am I
Biggest of all
Huge, old, and tall
If ever…

HP Lovecraft presents: A R'lyeh Cthristmas Carol.