Weird…who would've thought John Saxon would outlive them all?

The look was actually achieved out of necessity: The studio could only afford one giant overhead bulb, so the shadows had to be painted onto the sets.  Ultimately, it adds to the overall feel of the extremely rip-roaring game of cat-and-mouse of the film.

"Look like we gots ou'selves a reg'lar Charlie Bronson!  So what it be, Mista Majestyk?  All the time you talkin, there a woman up d'ere wit' her breasts hangin' out.  Now, I KNOW I pretty, but ain't no way I as pretty as those titties".

Actually, the probability is low that they do NOT have a song about sperm.  Even "I Wanna See Your Pussy" has been indirectly responsible for several thousand ejaculations in strip club VIP rooms, in spite of (or perhaps because of) its lesbo-friendly theme.

Re: cunnilingus: "The first time, you're sick to your stomach.  Second one ain't no picnic either.  Now, I do it just to see their expressions change".  I believe that was the exact line I used on a drunk chick at a bar.  Last week.

I once paraphrased this line to describe my history of performing cunnilingus.  It works!

Is there some reason Beck is dressed like Idi Amin?  I hate to contradict Spinal Tap, but it appears the line between "clever" and "stupid" isn't all that thin after all.

Jenny McCarthy has REALLY let herself go.

Try picking out all the bad Maine accents…out of the many frustrating aspects of Stephen King film adaptations, that's one of the top three.

PAHK THE CAH IN THE HAHVAD YAHD!

Kate or Allie?

You guys don't remember "Life Goes On"?  It was about Corky, a guy with down syndrome.  The show's hook was that the actor playing Corky actually HAD down syndrome.  He got quite a bit of critical praise (mostly undeserved, in my opinion, as he was basically a retarded guy playing a retarded guy).

Admittedly, they had some good songs, but those tend to be overshadowed by pap like "Yellow Submarine" or that stupid "Life Goes On" song from the retarded guy show.  True, those songs ARE catchy, but then, so is herpes.

A few more Rambo sequels should do the job, culminating in a sequel that features John Rambo violently ass-raping Vladimir Putin.  Trust me, it'll do well in Texas.

Dr. Renewal is prescribing you a steady diet of "…Ya-Ya's…"-era Stones, The Who's "Live at Leeds", and anything Slayer did with Dave Lombardo.  Take two, and call me in the morning.  This should relieve what's ailing you.

He hit the hate trifecta on this one: Stills, The Beatles, and Eddie Vedder.  Hell, this dude can come over and fuck my sister.

More (man)boobs…

Holy shit dude, relax…I'm just messing with you.

It doesn't sound like you need much more training.  But regardless, you're more than welcome.

It's very difficult to have much sympathy for menopausal old bags getting their come-uppance.