I thought the first one was fun enough. Saw it a couple of times, enjoyed it. The second one was terrible and made no sense. Haven't seen the third and sure as shit won't sit through numbers four through six and beyond.

Me either, Raymond. But something tells me Jack wouldn't have too high an opinion of LSU alumni either.

Fuck yes!
The only reason I asked for Playstation Move this Christmas. Anybody know the release date? I really hope it's not 12/31/2011.

No one?
Seriously? Okay, then, I'll take it upon myself:

I'll go one step further…

THE SAMPLES ARE POISON! NO ONE TRY THE SAMPLES!

That's what I thought, too, UMD. Pam was just too lazy to actually find a viable location, thereby reinforcing the "failure" notion.

I feel your pain, brother (note the avatar).

EGGS IN PURGATORY BITCH

The thing to remember, Superdeformed, is not to whip that pretentious shit out oustide of the classroom/formal discussion. You may be 100% correct, but that won't make the person you're schooling hate you any less.

"Christmad" is what we called Christmas when dad had too much to drink on Christmas Eve.

Thanks for the help, everybody. I went with Monk's Dream. I think it'll make a good, unexpected gift.

Every Burl comment is the greatest Burl comment, Hoodwink.

That is very possible, unicyclist. I haven't tried very many because every one of them has made me want to vomit. Therefore I stick to beer, wine, and the occasional cordial (egg nog with brandy is my current favorite for obvious reasons).

Nah, still Kingpin.

Sad, sad, sad
I think the saddest part is there towards the end where Randy Quaid's former lawyer and his former agent talk about how much they cared about him and how good a friend he was before he met his wife. But it's the oldest story in the book, isn't it? You can only stand by, helpless, while you watch a…

Norwegians is dildos.

Better than being inside six-year-olds, unicyclist.

If you dissolved a handful of Froot Loops in rubbing alcohol then let the mix ferment in the glovebox of your car, what you'd get is gin.

Even though we're currently living in a socialist liberal Utopia, Josh, you can't legally call the Ziploc bag you filled with Jergens and taped to your mattress your wife. Obama was very clear on that.