Everybody Officially Out Of Ideas

"This guy has stylistic conceits that are consistent across his oeuvre! What a loser!"

http://imgur.com/MsxsV29

Alternately:

It'll be like the last episode of Wet Hot: Ten Years Later.

"Take the shit, Don."

Eh. I enjoyed it at the time but in retrospect there were plot holes. That whole "all men are created equal" subplot went exactly nowhere.

I have a feeling this one won't turn down Dancing With the Stars' offer.

She can't make that kind of decision! She's just a grunt! Uh, no offense.

Oh, goody. A guy who hates his job and brings about as much enthusiasm to it as the 17-year-old cleaning the grease traps at KFC has decided to accept ungodly amounts of money to keep showing up and wearing suits on film. Our national nightmare is over.

Do you not read Lawdog's Dog Law Law Blog? He really knows his dog law.

Let's just assume that you and I have very different standards for obscurity. By my standard, Wet Hot is practically Shrek.

My year has "headbanger," "brewskie," "parachute pants," "punker," "money shot," "power chord," "warp speed," "Gatsybyesque," "Munchausen syndrome by proxy," and holy shit, "text message." 1977 was clearly the peak of Western civilization.

It pisses me off more every year that courageous men and women put their lives on the line for art every single day and somehow the Academy thinks hair stylists are more worthy of recognition.

I gave up after Tara got her head blown off, because I knew there was no way they would let her stay dead and that was the way I wanted to remember her. God, what a terrible character.

It's not that obscure a movie and it's from the early 2000s.

"Ow! My deviated septum!"

No, Donny. These men are cowards.

Won't someone PLEASE think of the racists?!?!

SO MUCH FOR THE TOLERANT LEFT DID I DO IT RIGHT IM NEW