I read that as 10 cunt I lays, so not only is she kinda derogatory towards the women she casually hooks up with, she also could do with maybe working on her grammar.

It'll be bittersweet like grapefruits on a table laden with sweetmeats and fine ales and enjoyed by people with purple eyes and rakish costumes that may or may not resemble puffy shirts. Write the fucking thing already.

This makes me want to read Henderson the rain king again.

Friday night lights out.

I would have gone with Tarantulava, but that's probably why I'm not a big Hollywood Syfy exec.

They should have spent more time talking about her eyebrows.

It better come with a pizza cutter.

Meh, Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors would totally take down Jem.

They should just donate the bike to the guy with the best prostate cancer and be all like you totally wish you could ride this, don't you?

"Just enter your email, follow the link, download the .zip file" is always good advice.

Soderbergh and Carruth probably deserve a mention, but no Lucas? For shame, list, for shame.

I always mix up Mike Nichols and Mike Leigh. There really couldn't be a wronger pairing than those two.

I'm sure he could shine a light on things.

Sure, they probably have a case but what net profits are we talking about here, 50 bucks?

They should just hold a separate Oscar's night, kinda like the deal with the Special Olympics.

"Hanni-bal, Hanni-bal, he's an invin-ci-ble Canni-bal."

"Hey Superman, how come you're black now?"
"Eh, I'm from Krypton, who really knows how these things work?"
"Cool."
"And hey, do you like my new short shorts?"

Right, like where's my Armenian Spiderman? Oh, and he needs to be a she and somewhat on the spectrum.

But crossing the streams doesn't make any sense if they don't have a penis. Are they going to trib the steams or something?

Shit. He ain't gonna Chilton his way outta that one.