I'm trying to visualize you, too, Lux.

We used to think rubbing up against old men to steal a whiff of cologne was a holiday. And compared to convincing our youngest brother to huff benzene and blow it on us, it was.

Jonathan Frakes: …

Yeah, geez…she's developing Geena Davis/Silken Laumann levels of gum.

She looks like a transsexual in that photo.

Dung eating fools are the lowest kind of fool.

The joke was in how of all of the accoutrements you'd need to make you look and sound like Hitler could come together in such a way that you wouldn't notice until it was too late.

Actually, I'd say that looking at a regular picture is the simplest thing in the world.

And the man can fry a mean catfish, too!

You: "So…where are we going on our BIG DATE!?"

How can someone with an accent tell if someone else is getting the same accent right? Wouldn't it just sound like they don't have an accent?

NOBODY WINS IN A HEADBUTT

She's coming…

Where can I purchase this rubber Taylor Swift look-a-like you speak of?

If you build it, he will cum.

He's just magically transporting us all back to the days when posts could have their titles in bold, Disqus hadn't stuck us with this bizarre three-responses-and-you're-out format, and the unregistereds ran free, free as you please.

Just got back from seeing it. It was unintentionally funny throughout. To me, it was worth the price of admission just for all of the ridiculousness. The movie contains the following things:

It's called "The Darjeeling Limited". Samuel L. Jackson does an amazing Owen Wilson impression.

You like female gymnasts, eh?

You must be forgetting the infamous 'Cookie Sketch':