First R-rated movie: Braveheart. I was eleven, and my mom fast-forwarded past the sex scenes. We had it on VHS, and I had to "look away".

… topped off with a nice chianti. No fava beans.

Sack races down to the 4H judging!

Totally. In fact, Rupert Murdoch's actually not an incarnation of Charles Foster Kane.

He's from Massachusetts. They're not part of the United States.

They sell his garbage at Target. Shirts with "Silence! I KEEL YOU!" emblazoned across the chest.

Agree, CN. Let's get the fuck on to that "BleepGate Day 3" Newswire link. And fuck Joni Mitchell.

Some ill posturing be up in this bitch.

TRIPLE CUNT-FUCK WITH A SIDE OF… green beans.

Ah, the Pixies. Info's here: http://www.frankblack.net/

*dies laughing*

Beck Hanson > Jeff Beck > Porsche 356 Beck speedster > Beck's > Glenn Beck

"Desert Storm? Why do we call it that?"

'Lightning Crashes'?

Shit, or Martin Lawrence. They both suck.

I'm positive Eddie Murphy's career died around 'Dr. Doolittle' and not at this particular juncture.

Jesus, was it twenty years ago?

No 'Ghosts of Girlfriends Past'? An instant classic, in my humble opinion.

Stiller and Black…
… are also seen in Tropic Thunder. Which was hilarious. Wilson was, I don't know, off committing suicide or something. At which he also failed.

"A terrarium? What the fuck is a terrarium?"