Let's not pretend Kafka was going for ZANY! in his work.
Let's not pretend Kafka was going for ZANY! in his work.
Well done. I'll leave it unedited.
Mahler? Insane indeed. Fallon? Pretty well deserved.
Mm-hmm. That's some good break-up-desperation-eating humor right there.
^This.
Or that she's seen Superbad.
His dancing will consist entirely of smoldering looks that convey a thousand words of passion.
How it lost in the cinematography category is still a mystery to me.
It wasn't a cheek pat. She was wiping away the lipstick mark from her kiss. Viola should have done the same so that Meryl didn't give her speech with lip prints on her face.
I think he just looks more sleepy than leathery.
Mmmmm, soft-serve…..
See, you wrote "recognize" but you meant "mistake."
Randy Marsh's got your back.
And bionic, fight-resistant towels that stay put around your waist during bedroom wrestling matches.
If you're going for saddest muppet to present, it would clearly be Gonzo singing "I'm Going to Go Back There Someday." Unfuckwithable.
I saw Ashley Schaeffer! Sweet Jesus, he's back!!!
I'm still sorta mad at him for ruining Propagandhi by leaving.
^This. Forever and ever, this.
I think that's backwards.