Assuming you said it to Dane Cook, sure. Or, probably.

At first glace I thought that was a really tortured metaphor for him being reunited with the other Corey, i.e., was killed in a jacket-related accident. I'm relieved… mostly.

Is she "down with the clown"?

No sex at all or just with him?

I'm willing to take that risk.

You don't see beer halls anymore. Thanks, Hitler!

Your contradiction answers itself.

Maybe, if you excise the last 15 minutes. Harder had serious problems (like they'd bring the guy into the country so lightly guarded, or how shooting a burst of blanks that close is still going to do harm, or blah-blah-blah), but they seemed part of a whole. With A Vengeance wrote itself into a corner that an actioner…

You laugh now, but when the chaos comes and we have the National Banjo Reserve to fall back on, you'll be cheering!

That's because you're making the mistake of listening to them as music. Once you accept it as "Screaming woman as background ambiance" she's really not bad.

Clones are like lays potato chips. Once you've made a few, I mean, the cloning apparatus is right there… one more clone wouldn't hurt, would it? Of course not. Better make two just in case you need to move a couch.

That's just not indie enough. They need to stream like, one note per day.

That's pretty brave, what with all the boys in the yard.

We watched If…. because our teacher thought we were way more mature than we actually were, though we did get to see some b&w nipples.

Fool. It should've been Mila Jovovich, because that would totally mindfuck the tiny population of people who care about which Anderson is directly any particular film!

Guerrilla marketing, baby! It's all the rage (assuming this is 2002)!

I want to hate that ad but I just can't stay mad at that beard.

Well, with their claws, they're constantly being forced to replace strings. So it's banjo-playing with a lot of string-break twang and random stops.

I assume it involves renting a pickup and buying some baseball bats, then hiring some meth-added (meth probably needs to be bought as well) rednecks to beat the shit out of the offender. And bail money, plus probably lawyers.

I'd think I'd have a lot more fun speculating on what a $16,000 sex act would be than actually ever paying $16,000 for sex. Even if my sex budget had $16,000 in it.