Are prison rape jokes still a thing if you're gay? I mean, obviously, in real life, being gay doesn't make gay rape any more appealing, but 90% of the prison sex jokes are just gay panic jokes dipped in class awareness.

Oh, every week there's a canal.
Or an inlet.
Or a fjord.

For now… * looks at watch*

Guy Smiley let the game get past him.

"His new show will also get cancelled."

It's nice that she can get work.

I *am* glad you didn't say banana!

I like root beer, in theory. But I can't think of another foodstuff that disappoints me so consistently. Gourmet stuff is always too weird and spice-specific, corporate stuff is flat and too sweet and just kinda bland. I'm not even sure what I want, exactly, but whenever I forget and think "root beer would be good…

Sure. Sounds about right. I mean, the images were too dour for some religious-uplifting thing, and they don't appear to be obviously musicians.

Have you asked him? You don't know he won't help until you ask, you know.

Yeah. I mean, there doesn't seem to be much that's specifically offensive, the production quality is probably fine and everyone's largely professional. But a movie that has absolutely no reason to exist, and can't even logically justify its core premise - that needs a swattin'.

I'd like to think that in reality, being a successful contract killer requires a modicum of skill. I have to assume very few are teenagers; fewer still bubbly teenage girls. Good jackin' material, though.

I Dismember Mama. That had such a total cheese VHS cover, but I dunno… wonder if Netflix has it?

@avclub-9df769dcd39a93c63a340c5713fc277e:disqus Sweetie maybe, but from the sound of it, a total diva.

I took from it that the disease was the same as the cure, so it's really up to you how you wanna go.

I dunno; the review made it seem banal, like maybe the missing guy was doing the wife, or maybe they all ran coke for some Khmer Rouge splinter group back in the day and never quite settled up shares properly.

Yeah, like Nashville, only on TNT and maybe about, I dunno, a suburban sheriff's department instead of the music industry. But it would be Southern and somehow how about dead Elvis (if only as subtext).

There's one smoking a joint,
And another with spots!
If I had my way, 
I'd have all of you shot!

Yeah, it's like a band you'll see in a movie, dressed three steps beyond ridiculous, singing the kinds of songs movie producers think the kids like these days.

I miss the old Frontier Room, where the burly tattooed chicks would pour you a gin and tonic with enough gin to stun a horse, and cheap! Was never brave enough to order food, though.