Caaaaaan do!

Yeah I do that with the last couple of seasons of Homeland, though if the girlfriend didn't insist on watching it I wouldn't.

ah, I was at da tannin salon dere, and dey hadda give me a refund. I tells em, "I told yus: we Newfies don't tan, b'ye, we rusts!"

Panning for shit gold!

[Edit: oops, I was thinking of The Leftovers]

I made a lame joke about this, but honestly as I get older I get less and less interested in listening to or watching anything that I don't genuinely enjoy. There's no lack of quality art out there. A friend recent invited me to see a concert featuring some band who apparently suck with great vigor, and I just…

I've never hate-watched anything in my life—life's too short for that. Seethe-watching and bitter-scorn-watching, sure, but never hate-watching.

No way—Winstone was born to play Sir Topham Hatt. "Thomas, youh gonna take this fahking load aw the way sowff to Cohpus Christi, or ahm gonna hang your styupid mug face from a fahking hook like a proyz mahlin."

Antoine Fuqua must get tired of people singing "Shut your Fuqua face, Antoine Fuqua".

Ah it's da Brockli b'ye—how are ya doin, ya son of a B?

Grave of the Newfies.

not a coincidence, though I had to google it to find the reference.

I take half of your income as tax, but you get a mint on your pillow.

In my country—Billyland—there is no statute of limitations on sexual assault. People can be charged for a sexual assault that happened 30 years ago, though it's harder for the prosecution to prove its case beyond a reasonable doubt when so much time has passed. The clock that measures the right to trial within a…

Nah, he was the tough kid—Smelly.

Now, watch what happens when we pipe in some of that sweet Laurel Canyon sound…

Sorry, sorry—growed up to be a big fucking disappointment.

My soft flour tortilla smells like jizz.

Shh…reposters are notoriously timid when courting.

And that L'il Wayne grew up to be…a big fucking disappointment.