You could still present it to him; he just likely won't have much to say about it.

Apparently a great deal of Wicked Shit was brought to her instead.

You guys fuck everything up. I preferred the John Cage interpretation. The idea of a huge crowd of Juggalos smoking weed and gorging on Faygo-and-grain-alcohol all while studiously watching John Cage sit at a piano for four and a half minutes before exploding in rapturous applause has me DYING over here.

These people have ruined my appreciation for the magazine "Juggs".

I have not one but TWO nuts for such a squirrel.

That was probably the only cool part of "Revenge of the Sith", when Anakin got all crazy and went to the Jedi convention center and killed all the Yuenglings.

And she's pretty short, so you would've thought it would happen a lot sooner!

Miller: Gremlins/Rambo crossover. Gremlins are used by the US Army against Al Qaeda or whatever, but then go nuts and end up taking over all of Afghanistan or whatever, and Rambo has to go in, coordinate with the brutish but ultimately effective local warlords to destroy the Gremlin menace before it overruns the…

He's the real victim here.

We'll read all about Gallagher's rape once Rabin files his piece on it, UNLESS Rabin was directly involved, which is a possibility.

Okay, well I'll at least go so far as to make it a tie between Gremlins and A Christmas Story. Just depends on whether or not you're drunk with the family.

I'm nothing if not stupid, crude, and utterly pointless. I'm also available for cameos, leading roles, orgy scenes, predatory casting sessions, bar mitzvahs and children's parties.

I don't know… I know I wouldn't have gotten behind Han dying; that's just unnecessary. But I always thought the expansion of the celebration to the whole galaxy was short-sighted. I mean, when the Emperor and Darth Vader both die, that doesn't mean the entire Empire immediately crumbles. You still have the…

God I love this thread. Hoodwink and Mister Mister are my two favorites.

It is. I personally flew there just this past weekend in order to trash all the architecture, destroy the local economy, knock up every single woman in the place, and then literally spread a thin veneer of diarrheic shit all over every square foot of the place.

Monkey spunk makes monkey babies, and I for one think we could use more of those.

Goddamn twists. Talkin' loud, sayin' nuthin'.

Releasing the Kraken

It's like rain on your wedding day.

I don't even have a body, or any sensory organs. I'm just a floating spirit, a vapor, an ectoplasmic fart…