At the HamDunk booth, Paula Deen sits above a vat of melted lard and you get to throw hams at her until she falls in. Winners get to keep their ham and a 12-oz bottle of lard (or can if it's already solidified).
At the HamDunk booth, Paula Deen sits above a vat of melted lard and you get to throw hams at her until she falls in. Winners get to keep their ham and a 12-oz bottle of lard (or can if it's already solidified).
It always made me sad that I didn't like Pump Up the Volume more, as I was also pretty much the film's target market and loved Heathers (as I believe I've mentioned). I blame Samantha Mathis.
Maybe she got to keep the HoverRound. Could be a lucrative item on eBay…
I actually used this film when I taught symbolism in a First-Year Comp course. Seemed obvious enough for disinterested students in a required course to grasp, and was one of my favorite movies, so if they didn't grasp it/care, fuck 'em!
Oh, the humanity!
Sorry…TRIopic. Jesus Christ…fucking grammar police, amiright?
John Waters
When I read that QT was in a two-way discussion, I assumed he was talking to a mirror.
[First Mate Piggy, Capt. Link Hogthrob and Dr. Julius Strangepork lean hopefully forward]
Seriously? No props, even, for this:
Do his parents write "Violent JJ" on his lunch bag and other things he brings to school? Does he go to some sort of Juggalo-immersion school where everyone has names like that, or does he go to public school and make the exasperated teachers call him "Violent JJ"?
Funeral Music
David Allen Grier in a sweater vest and bow tie singing "Tie a Yellow Ribbon"
Yes…"copywriting"…
I'm pretty sure the call for literacy isn't limited to nostalgic old fuckers…
…and tell Tina Fey, Jane Krakowski and possibly Jack McBrayer that he wants to get them pregnant.
Shouldn't "for lack of a better phrase" actually have appeared before the word "career" in the phrase "Kim Kardashian's career."
I ride the train with Douchebag Christ…Buddy's irritating little brother.
Well, if respect must be earned, I'm not sure a mother who dies at age 58 while getting a shit-ton of plastic surgery—despite recommendations to the contrary—quite qualifies.
Listen, John Cena, you just need to come right out and ask us to see your shitty movie…or at least have the decency to register…
Regardless of who we think the best example of the genre is, I think we can all agree on one thing: this is awesome driving music.