Yet I don't like it…

Dear Mr. Lynch,

I'd rethink that need if I were you. That is, if you ever want to enjoy a cheeseburger again.

The return of the prodigal sonofabitch.

Wow. Talk about trying to put two pounds of shit in a one pound bag…

I would much rather see an episodic series based on Gummo.

VIncent Adultman would agree. They did a appropriate business.

Or a John Woo film.

That old lady who asked, 'Where's the Beef?', would beg to differ. She was out to save the world.

I worked as a butcher for 4 years. It was anything but tedious, as many of the career guys were either drinking, drunk, or nursing hangovers as they operated band saws and handled surgically honed knives. It was, however, kinda scary.

Something tells me there is a little more than high rent involved in people not wanting to do this type of work anymore. But who knows, it's not my culture. I'll just stick to packing baby cows in boxes until they are nice and soft to cure what ails me. Ah, the pleasures of being civilized…

That's not how we did yerba mate it in Asuncion, old bean! Now you'll have to excuse me, as I must prepare my Absinthe, a là Verlaine. Tchüss, ichiban!

And those three magical days in Buenos Aires, when he really felt he became an honorary Porteño and UNDERSTOOD the soul of that brave city…

Our royal family is an embarrassment! Usurp them!

Just like your late model american kid.

Git tae fuck!

I know the T2 reviews run pretty hot and cold, but I enjoyed it. Not anywhere near as good as the original, but how could it be? T3 should just be 90 minutes of Begbie going apeshit on a selection of wide radges.

Did he weld the doors shut and enter through the side windows?

No DUMMY! It's Waylon Jennings' logo EATING the Whataburger logo and crapping out some Van Halen!

I wish all the effort Boyle and company put into this had instead been channeled into bringing Glue to the big screen. Top fuckin read, that.