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Exactly. No goddamn Deicide, Vatican? What the fuck, Popels?

I knew there would be a segment in these comments where I could vociferously air my pro-rape stance.

Wait a minute…we let the Brits on here? What next…the Dutch?

But skeletons, damn you. Skeletons.

Different ugly motherfucker. Think of him as Tim Burton's uglier father, or Jack White's much uglier grandfather.

Unfortunately, no one seems to be able to dig up fact one about what gullet of weird retched forth this wonderful madman. He's obviously some kind of unique mutant anomaly that birthed itself in the sewers, and one sad day will return hence and forever leave us…like the flukeman in X-Files.

Back to the reservation, Geronimo, we're all out of wampum.

Ron Swanson is the man. Dude wants a little of everything, with an emphasis on bacon.

Have to second the love for True Romance. Like to add, as much as everyone talks about the "Walken scene", and as great as Walken is, that scene wouldn't be half as great without Hopper. Part eggplant.

You are fined one credit for a violation of the Verbal Morality Statute.

The only thing you miss without the narration is the explanation of what that cultural mishmash of a language Gaff speaks really is. That's kinda cool…and I guess Olmos put a lot of time in developing that. The rest is mostly useless, and the ending narration that explains everything just in case you missed it is a

Adam Carolla also said it best: "He's got all the wind of Alec, but none of the talent or brains."

No, no, no…don't buy some Dr. Phil doucheclone's Guide to Omnipotent God-Child Rearing by some twice-divorced fucker whose kids hate him trying to pay off his third house in the Hamptons.

I don't care how many zombies, bigfeet, werecamels or giant ant-gorillas you put in a Jane Austen novel, that droll Victorian dialogue will suck the coolness right out of it.

You're never going to stop torturing yourself, Jorge. When you operate in remote control, you suddenly realize you are mostly doing what your parents did, and your wife does the same, replicating her childhood…mostly, and together you concoct some amalgam of the two approaches…I mean, what else can you do? Then you

Negative. Negative. It didn't go in. It just impacted on the surface.

Everyone buys this to see Sulu get his war on.

What's hilarious about Superfriends is how convoluted the plots are. I showed a few of these to my kids and they had no idea what the fuck was happening. At any given time no less than 16 villains are hatching 8 sinister plots to ensnare 18 superheroes. All individually in different locations simultaneously around the

Hitler Nickelback's scrotum scrapple: The Manson jail-fisting Dahmer hemorrhoid chili-shits

Saying the Green Hornet, a masked crime fighter, is not a superhero is like saying Batman is not a superhero.