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It's not Real acid without the Real SealĀ®.

Man, if you have to ask, you'll never know.
*rolls doobie*

Wolfman Jack, not so much.

Rotundant, you say?

At least you gained valid real-world experience.

And you wo't for some time to come.

Do you Turn rotors, as well?

Unless you are actually Fisher Stevens, the answer should be obvious.

Chappie viewers mature more rapidly than fruitflies.

Well, that's just Rickman demonstrating the third quick-and-easy way to do an "American" accent: talk entirely through your nose.

Poor old Michael Finnegan.

She's getting a chili reception from some people.

You know what I haven't had in a while? Big League Chew.

Nice of them to confirm everything I feared about this incarnation of the show before it even started.

I assume it's supposed to indicate that he's reading from cards.

Czechoslovakian sheep's milk cheese?

He crapped his pants.

My meaningless pet peeve is referring to a single candy-coated chocolate as an "M&M." The name M&M's is possessive (derived from the original owners of the product), not plural.

He left a pit stain.

The Kragle!