Book readers have long grown accustomed to Hollywood screwing up everything.

Don't try to make sense of it Paul, it's just an ill-conceived glitch in the system.

Had I been abandoned to the jungle as a child and raised by wild animals I'd probably spend most of my time with sloths.

[All caps comment about masturbating whenever Reebok is seen.]

I also see M. Night's career as a series of sequels. His characters seem to live in a world of bad twists. Everyone lives in Goosebumps.

My fucking was designed my NASA scientists. So it's as sophisticated as Tang and the space pen.

I'd imagine there's a lot of shit to clean up at a zoo. I'd imagine the makers of this movie do as well and there will be at least one scene where Kevin James slips on a fresh turd and the monkey covers his eyes, or the character who needs comeuppance will fall into a giant manure pile (which is how I wish every…

That's sounds awesome Enkidum. From what my literature classes have led me to believe both Nabokov and his wife had synaesthesia. They each saw colors associated with different letters and their kid's synaesthesia had traits from both parents'.

Apl.de.ap's book will reveal his struggle with color blindness.

It. Blast it.

I find surprisingly cool, but I can't help but wonder if they got paid, or if it was some sort of horrible tribute.

Or you could make a fish out of water biblical comedy Marlin the Magi.

Isn't cat scratch fever just ringworm?

Maybe it's a request.

*Wakes up curled up under a jacket. Wonders if it's still Saturday and what that smell is. Sees Diarrhea Dump standing motionless, arms akimbo, as the sunlight crawls up his naked thighs. Decides to write it off as a symptom of the hangover and get and early start on the next one.*

Five year olds don't like girls. He's twelve. Thirteen tops.

Is he a cop too? Does he like to drink? How are we coming up with these ideas? This screenplay's going to be done in no time.

I actually liked Spartan, but I agree with your assessment of Val Kilmer. The dude sits on his ranch in New Mexico all day and smokes pot. When I was a kid we got to interview him for the youth radio show and he couldn't seem to string a sentence together in less than five minutes.

Someone already got into the cow. I'm not sure if I was more disturbed by that or the barbeque at the end.

I hate Errol Flynn. Smarmy alleged Nazi-loving bastard.