These thoughtless posts can only lead me to believe that you have forgotten 9/11. The terrorists have won. Good job, assholes.

Ah, 10/12/1492, the day Native Americans can't forget because it was the first of 189070 straight days of us taking their shit and not giving it back…although we did give them small-pox covered blankets, fire water, and limited casino rights so I guess they can't complain too much.

Nonsense, you folks are being too easy on him. Now toss him on his stomach and hold his head into the pillow while I unzip.

As a child I was always disappointed and angry that you couldn't shoot the "Duck Hunter" dog featured in Happy Go Lucky's profile pic. Did that make me a disturbed child?

Luckily, in true WWE fashion the film ends or a gory and violent high note with the bullies having their heads ripped off by the main character's ambiguously gendered vampire friend a la "Let the Right One In."

"Don't do what Diddy Don't does." Ohh…they could have made this clearer.

In Morrissey's defense it did take Europeans to point out to the Chinese that fireworks are much more useful if you point them at other human beings rather than the sky.

Morrissey then asked the reporter if he knew who had started all the wars, and when the reporter shrugged his shoulders, stated the, "The fucking Mongolians, that who. They're another subspecies! Or wait…" Morrissey then flipped through an ethnic studies text book from 1880 for several minutes before getting pissed…

To quote the African guy from Gladiator, "I did not know men could build such things."

She'd get more satisfication
from my T-Bone than her stupid music or acting.

Nice try, assholes, but I'm still not going to listen to the new Weezer album.

One thing I highly recommend is never playing "Tom Traubert's Blues" to an Australian, because they get really, really mad.

He was a right-wing nut-job that knew less about science then a 4th grade teacher, fuck Crichton.

How about a movie where the twist is that the assassin doesn't kill people but instead…brings them to life…oh no, wait, that would be that horrible Hugh Grant movie Nine Months.

Ahh…Harry Potter the series that introduced a generation of children to the joys of reading so that they could grow up to be enlightened Danielle Steele and Michael Crichton reading adults.

If the networks really want to make some money, they should immediately cease all programming and liquidate their assets. It would be a win for everybody.

I'd motorboat the shit out of those.

FIVE FREE RENTALS?! I worked at an Electronics Boutique and had cart blanche to take home whatever games I wanted and never bring them back…of course that was my policy and not the store's…they really should have figured out better ways for an ordinary employee to not to be able to find in-store product that wasn't in…

I didn't see Salt because of how amazingly awful it looked in the previews and will spend the rest of my life avoiding it. That should be easy, however, as after a short cable run I'm pretty sure that it will never be shown on TV again and never mentioned by anyone again.

It is worse and that's why it was so annoying. When I'm trying to get home at 7 at night to get something to eat, I don't feel like being delayed for 2 hours why the JR janitors are on brain patrol because some asshole felt like committing a final asshole act.