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My father would occasionally heat up milk and pour it over toast, which doesn't sound that bad, but it revolted all of us kids every time he ate it. Dads are weird.

Smooth peanut butter is for sissies. Chunky is the only way to go.

Right, because who doesn't want to spend two years watching House in the nuthouse. That would get boring just as quickly as watching patients of the week.

While it's certainly true that manic-depression is a term no longer used by those who actually utilize the DSM-IV-TR for all their diagnosing needs, I'm not shocked to see it used here. The term was used for so long that it makes sense to everyone, where as Bipolar Disorder only makes sense to someone with some psych

Really? I liked Ramses the Damned. Although, I'm pretty easily amused, generally speaking, so I may be in the minority here.

Chuck "The Iceman" Lidell
Phil Helmuth
Romeo Crennel
Ron White

I'm not a fan of Titanic, but it has artistic merits. I just couldn't stand the hyperdramatic love affair, and the forced relationship between Jack and what'sherfuckingname was just awkward and painful and grotesque. If you took all that out and added some smaller, compelling stories about some of the people on the

Rev, I'm pretty sure you are asking me to assign values to the cocks of my b/f and ZMF. Are you trying to get me killed?

For you, maybe, but it would give me that two cock experience I've long fantasized about.

I think the man at home may object to that on some level, although we are open to threesomes.

Implying that women get owned by chicken? GFY.

I'm pretty sure if I'm reading that correctly, then Col. Angus would be spurting HER sauce upon completion. Potentially multiple times.

I'd eat a Double Down before I ate Limbaugh.

How the fuck as I supposed to do that? I've never lived in the deep south.

For the record, what exactly is Col. Angus sauce? Is this just another euphamism, like grandma's candy treats, or is there an actual Col. Angus sauce somewhere that has nothing to do with perverse sex acts?

It seems small, but dense, at least too me. I mean, you can get a block of cheese the same size as a piece of bread, but something tells me the break goes down a little easier.

Your apology is unacceptable, poop dick. I doubt your sincerity.

It's a startling thing when the mere mention of a song you haven't heard or thought of in a decade results in the melody immediately thrumming in your brain. I'm not sure whether to laugh or slap you, phel.

I guess if you were pretty hungry, two breaded chicken breasts smothered in bacon and cheese sauce would be tasty.

Because not all meat eaters enjoy engorging themselves to the point of indigestion and discomfort.