This is almost as creepy as that principal that checked all female prom attendees for thong underwear.

The surprise ending is that I won't be watching this pile of crap until I can download it illegally and synch it up to a Rifftrax.

THREE WORDS, HOLLYWOOD:
"License to Drive". Think it over.

They showed up at Comic-Con last year for some reason, and the counter-protest was one of the cleverest spectacles of organized effort I've ever seen: a bunch of nerds dressed as super-heros carrying signs saying, "God Hates Kittens!" and "I forgot why I'm angry!". It was elegantly stupid.

People were much easier to entertain back then.

If I remember right, 3rd Doctor's biggest enemies were The Cybermen. I was always bored by the earthbound 3rd Doctor, and found 4th Doctor episodes much more interesting. Louise Jameson was one of the first women I remember jerking off over.

I wear a size "M" cup when boxing. I don't see choice "M" though…

Too busy playing with my remote-controlled helicopters and reading books about feasible teleportation to care. More later….

Glenn Beck's testicles, in Glenn Beck's wet dreams.

When you get right down to it, you need "Ayn" to spell "Anal", right?

Ayn Rand was a very attractive man back in his day.

"Gill Slit 3-D: It stops swimming, it dies; YOU stop swimming, YOU die!!!"

"The Kid Who BLEW Too Much"

Wait, Liz Winstead was being considered for the role of Emma Peal? Seems like an odd choice to me, but I guess that's why I'm not a big-shot casting agent in Hollywood!

Yeah, they both have the Russell Crowe "Fightin' 'round The World!" stance.

DBag, I''ll see your Veruca Salt and raise you a Snake River Conspiracy. Also, Curve and deathgirl.com.

Never thought I'd actually need this Master's Degree in Survey Analysis…I jus' wants to hear 'em play the gee-tar.

I'm off to go douse myself in gasoline, light a match, and set myself on fire.

Not to mention Carmine Appice, who later went on to play drums with Thin Lizzy/Whitesnake guitarist John Sykes and The Firm Bassist Tony Franklin in Blue Murder. For my money, that first Blue Murder album elevated Sykes into near-mythological status in terms of guitar heroism.

Great!
Another Olson sister to play the "Countdown Until Someone can Be First to Legally Fuck" game with!