the best county is wilsleyprembokefallingtonprincefordshimble-on-avonshiresex. wall-to-wall sluts with bad teeth.

ah poochie, the gift that gives eternally.

i guess that's why there are so few gays in hollywood, because of the lack of originality.

jon voight as larry blackmon, in the film about the seminal R&B/funk band cameo, "word up!"

okay, what if johnny 5 is all emo? isn't that what the kids like these days? maybe he's a cutter?

that hat does what it's told, if it knows what's good for it.

that ain't fruit, dude.

you mean besides having the name "zooey"?

me!
i've got a big one.

i can taste the brazil when i eat it!

if avril lavigne truly loves punk music and its ethos as much as she professes to, or at all, she should realize that all she has done for her entire career is to take a giant, 50-couric, peanut- and corn-studded shit on it. and for her offenses, she should commit seppuku post-haste.

to my eternal shame, i must admit that i would hate fuck the shit out of katy perry's no-talent ass. the more awful music she produces, the more i want to.

phife is actually short, dark, and handsome.

pops used to say it reminded him of bebop.

get up, a get get down, late puhzam wears the fail crown.

the voice of reason is in need of an editor of longwindedness.

wow, the voice of reason has sand of the vagina.

oh, alright. the movie's okay.

sorry, tomwaits, i must politely disagree with you on cloverfield. i couldn't wait for all of them to die, which took about an hour and ten minutes longer than i hoped. however, my respect for your opinion has convinced me to give it another chance.

also, grape jelly uncrustables are the tits.