I've had a trout tartare with lingonberries in Helsinki that would dispute your second point.
I've had a trout tartare with lingonberries in Helsinki that would dispute your second point.
Brunch is clearly better because it more equitably distributes the letters from the two words. A portmanteau with a single letter from one word tacked onto the whole second word is a bad portmanteau. That only works when the first letter is meant to be read as an initialism, like in e-mail.
Pho funny, pho problems?
"Good afternoon sports racers!"
Every single member of Ben Folds Five counts for 1.66×, it's not mathematically possible for any of them to solo.
For all their bluster about "railways through Africa" it only took two pence to spark a run on the bank. The moral might be to be wary when authority figures are acting solely in their own self-interest despite claiming they serve some greater good.
The sequel seems like it was directed as a stage production. Even more than West Side Story, the set pieces really are composed like a stage ensembles. That staginess contributes a lot of cheese to the fact that already, as you mention, the quality behind it isn't so high.
And 'Cool Rider' is head and shoulders above everything else in the film. 'Reproduction', mentioned positively here, is especially dire, and compared to its counterpoint Greased Lightning', completely lacks any <ahem> climax.
The line from G1 was textbook rape culture but it didn't necessary exclude consent.
The scene in G2 is unambiguously nonconsensual.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
Predator again.
You think Benjamin Harrison and Chester A. Arthur never never became household names? Not even during their own presidencies?
Mastrabulates.
But how many of those were fake profiles, eh?
You look soft.
The memory of Blevins deserves better. It deserves a video in memoriam and a detailed write-up of the first two-thirds of that video that completely misses the point.
I think you'll find nothing is more French-ass than Brigitte Bardot in the opening scene of Le Mépris.
You are not my mother, you are a Snort!
It was always burning since the world's been turning.
Spider-man punching through the Master Planner's henchmen and anyone else in "If this be my destiny".