Technically, when you get served, it occurs in no less than eleven dimensions, or so I am told by string theorists and the cruel street performers who are constantly challenging me to dance-offs.

I'd pay out the ass to see Lars von Trier's Wonder Woman or Michael Haneke's Iron Man 3, but otherwise… yeah, I pretty much agree entirely.

I'd watch it, but only on the condition that one of the HS teachers contracts terminal cancer, begins producing bulk methamphetamine to pay off the ensuing medical bills, and gets in WAY over his head with local narcotraffickers. Also, there can't be singing.

Marry: Zooey Deschanel
Fuck: Katy Perry
Kill: Myself