Kyuss did drugs. QOTSA do arenas.
Kyuss did drugs. QOTSA do arenas.
You cut taxes for the rich, you cut Medicaid, you cut welfare, we cut you.
I know exactly zero people who talk like anyone in any Noah Baumbach film. I guess I don’t know enough tedious bougie-as-fuck northeastern academic divorcees.
Yes, this. Everyone, do check your local library. That’s where all the dumptrucks full of Blockbuster DVDs got emptied.
I was HUGELY into He-Man as a kid. But, man oh man, it just does not work at all outside of the original dorky Filmation/Mattel moneygrubbing cheap-out. For whatever reason, every time someone else takes a crack at it, it lacks 100% of the hokey charm of the original. He-Man was a show for ages 4-8, y’all. You…
Show them trying to both fit on that door, and it not working. There, I fixed it.
Exactly. And, I mean, they could have at least *tried* to fit him on, if only to show the audience that it wouldn’t work.
He must be, with so many of them.
Correction: He has directed just one movie, over and over, for his entire career.
Um...no.
What you have just described is called a Ponzi scheme.
extremely, anything-but-ordinarily arched brows, with a distinctive and almost indescribable widow’s peak at the top of each
Unless Masterson signed a billion-year contract with Netflix, there’s no reason they couldn’t just cancel his show.
The weirdest thing about the Netflix inaction: Does anybody even watch that show he’s in? What on Xenu’s green earth are they keeping it around for?
I don’t think he does know what he’s doing. But, yeah, ‘stupid’ ain’t in the DSM.
so you’re saying he’s The Ultimate Warrior?
Great news for exhibitionists!
Stupendous edge, m’lord.
Even if you’re a cultural illiterate who is completely unfamiliar with the incredibly popular thing they were quoting, you could have at least hovered over their link to the incredibly popular thing they were quoting. You even quoted the link to the incredibly popular thing they were quoting!
Pfft. Gluten-free vodka? No thank you! You can pry this bottle of unpourable doughy gloop from my cold, dead hands!