What, no mention of working with Matthew McConaughey's sweat?
A Time To Kill is priceless. And by priceless, I mean starring Charles S Dutton.

Aughra will beat your ass, you freakin' Skeksi.

Diabeetus would buy into a line of anti-fungal flip-flops "inspired by Jersey Shore".

As a graying, increasingly out-of-touch sucker…
Diabeetus will say that the Netflix option for streaming content via the Nintendo Wii sure does make Comcast look like a dick-sucking schmuck.

Obligatory quote from the eponymous song:
"More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this."

Hardees does it better.
Nothin' clogs the ol' arteries like biscuits'n'gravy'n'eggs from Hardees. Wash THAT down with a BK Mimosa.

The Insane Clown Posse is insanely awesome…
ipso facto, Diabeetus wants to be an Insanely Awesome Insane Clown.

It is good. Cops be whoopin' ass.

"AND SCREW MY EX-WIFE AND HER GODDAMN OSCAR!"
shouted James Cameron through unobtanium-soaked tears.

Right around the time they learn that burning women with acid is wrong.

Diabeetus has his ticket.
Suck it, everyone else.

YOU HAVE 15 SECONDS TO COMPLY.

Dey tuk r jebs!

Diabeetus is pretty sure those astronaut dancers are crying inside their helmets.
Ya know, cuz of the shame and all.

HE'S A WITCH!
Burn him!

Dammit, now bombastic baseball-related rock is ruined.
If anybody wants Diabeetus, he'll be in the tub.

Diabeetus just shreked up his lunch.
In a related note, he also shreked his pants.

THIS IS RETARDED.
AND NOT THE GOOD KIND OF RETARDED.

Been there, done that. Does that satiate your curiosity, Sister?

Diabeetus has an opinion.
Simple statement of fact, internet hordes.