In a way, aren't we all stalkers…? Of validation?

I like to think it's just the same person excessively downvoting. Or they're cross-eyed and meant to upvote.

Stephen Baldwin would like to have a word with you.

It's all about those chicken sandwiches now… *whispers* on a pretzel bun…

How appropriate.

Like you need an excuse to drink.

A dinosaur leg wrapped in bacon.

Flames for Flames and Jet Black Pope are my favorites for realistic-sounding band names. Above all, Just the Tip takes the cake for me.

I like Owens Corning Installation…eh fuck this.

Just his lack there-of. "Hold on a minute…they're in there somewhere. I…I just can't find them underneath all these pancakes!"

I would give my non-existent soul to hear a "traumatized by breasts" story.

But will she be fucking a car in this film?

I vaguely remember him in some made-for-TV movie where he murdered some teen girls. I believe it ends with him walking into a house on fire. I guess what I'm saying is…I want him to walk into a flaming house and have that be the show.

Sounds like when I was engaged. WHOA-OH!

How he ever banged her in real life is a mystery. Oh, wait. He has monies. Nevermind. Problem solved.

Brick gave a man a piece of Trident.

Afternoon Delight refers to mid-day snacking.

That makes plenty of sense.

You have a massive Erector set!

Zack and Miri I enjoyed because it wasn't full of Smith's stock characters and only a few of his stock actors.