There's a simple explanation for the Cars universe: the interdimensional wizard-slave of Vakunthi 3 severed his tendon spirit and let it roam wild into the Infinite Ether X. It latched onto the mind-memory of Henry Ford and mated with it to ejaculate its psychic jism into a fifth dimension of sound and color whence…

Ernest Needs A Penis
Ernest Does Someone Cheap

I swear they pointed at the camera and said my name once. Didn't they do that thing?

It happens so often now that I don't even notice it anymore. A womb being filled with semen, that's a normal sight.

B-Chiku doesn't even have tentacles. It does have big breasts, bikini, facesitting, glasses, impregnation, milf, nakadashi, saliva, stockings, sweating, swimsuit, teacher, and x-ray. Pretty tame stuff overall.

That trailer still showed a semblance of a plot, something that Malick has forsaken in favor of the sweepiest camera movements this side of Soviet cinema.

Charlie Chaplin did that as well, so maybe it's a method best saved for only the greatest directors in film history.

If he was in the top office, his head would stick out of the roof.

I prefer, "Please paint it, African-American friend."

Just call it Dracula Adjective, that's close enough.

Someone clearly hasn't seen Yuru Yuri.

I prefer the loud and weird Ross, if only for all the great moments he had. Pivot, unagi, my sandiwch, the watching-tv bit…they all crack me up.

But Joey and Rachel…even the characters admitted that it was forced.

I doubt most of us are as tall as he is. I remember standing next to him at the urinals after Tim and Eric's first tour, and he was a head taller than me (6'2").

Each movie is like a time period in that world: the law-enforced highways, the general breaking-down of rural societies, the last remnants of a capitalist society, and a full-on tyrant state in which resources are given and slaves are taken with no question.

Crandall and all that. I'm just craving sugar now.

I doubt any woman there would consider Miller a man.

It depends on if there were two cups involved, one of them filled with poison.

That's up to the courts to decide how to interpret the law.

How about some love for us second-generation Americans of color, huh? I mean, you know, we go through some shit as well.