Fuck cock shit cunt.

Also, it turns out that he's invulnerable to injury but vulnerable to drowning.

Sometimes intelligence shows depth, and sometimes it just shows width.

That'll learn him.

Like your shoes, if you walked to the theatre in the rain.

The good lord giveth and the good lord taketh away.

I, on the other hand, can't see them at all.
I didn't say you could take them, adblocker. That wasn't part of the deal. That wasn't part of the deal!

Parents, talk to your kids about diabetes.

What we got here, is a little game of show-and-tell.

"Mickey Rourke, a cowboy sprung from jail to risk his life in the competition."
Sold.

MAU! DIDI MAU!

I'm gonna use it at work tomorrow when someone asks if I want any coffee!

…and the sequel will make even more.

…and then convince him that it was really CCH Pounder who TPed his house.

The next time your mouse's cursor hovers over that "post" button, just stop and ask yourself: why?

Also glad to hear it isn't awful. Not surprised to hear that it's unspectacular and lacks real passion, because let's face it, so does the book.
I'm still going to see it anyway.

Looks like an asshole firstie got deleted, actually.
It's revisionist history! I demand a Kate Beaton comic about it.

Nah, the season two finale wasn't that bad. I mean, what you're left with, casualty-wise, is just the fiftieth-worst air disaster in history. Actually tied for fiftieth. There have been fifty-two worse crashes.

Yeah, well, your eye looks like a cunt to me.

Godfather II. There was no third movie.