I love this writer. I want her to have my word-babies.

It is a myth that if you stay on drugs you're going to stay a good musician, but it's NOT a myth that when you get off the drugs, your output has a serious drop in quality. Neckbeard's got a good point there at least.

In my pants. I'll be in that candy van, at the end of a deserted street.

Not that any of them are real prizes, but that dude on the far left needs to be left out on the Arctic tundra to die of exposure. What a ridiculous looking human being.

I think this is good news. It's nice to see someone in Hollywood do something original. In the 21st century, that's what counts as a bold move.

I'm sure she does. And that Italian sausage-fest in her mouth just makes her paint the town brown.

But gosh, I really have to think Buffy would be a LOT of fun to have sex with.

I don't think compassion is a strong point in the business of mergers and acquisitions. I think when we merged with another company and had a round of layoffs, the big message was "hey, be happy you still have jobs at all!"

Awww girl… you know what I want to do… I want to stick my pee-pee in your ho-ho. Awww yeahhhh…

Marah, I think that's been suggested before. That this might well be our generation's "Up" series. I think it'd be better if they only did the show one series every five years or seven years or whatever, so we can get the same impact from seeing them five or seven years down the line, but that would be AWESOME. I…

I was wondering that too. It looked a bit like the lovechild of a small gas-can and a snowblower or something. Maybe it's the modern version of the Box that the Bene Gesserit use to test people. "Put your hand in the strange blue thing." "What's in there?" "Pain. And some leftover diesel."

Judge, I'm thinking it'd be perfect. A lot of bosses, particularly of the incompetent variety, know they're not really suited for the role, and choose instead to hide in their offices, then pop out once a day to issue a command or something to reassert their paper-thin "authority" and then disappear again for the…

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Actually, there stands a very good chance of me buying this book and reading it now that I've read this review! Holy shit Rabin, I'm excited!

I like you Marah. I would mack on you hardcore if we were guidos and guidettes together.

Off to the Yahoo comment boards with you!

Ooh I'm hungry now.

I've got a penis. It sings, and is 27 feet long.

If only she weren't so gruff. It chafes.