Half done.

Just ignore the shouty black people, Justin, and they'll soon go away.

The Walking Dead Experience (Fatass Version).

No reason, I've known plenty of women who bone their husband's best friend while he's still alive.

'Carpet next day, payment next year!' Fitted the year after that, where you find it's the wrong colour, the wrong size and faintly smells of wee.

Seems Sutter has started the arms race in explicit titles. Within a year we'll have Shitbag Precinct, Fuckwit High, CSI: Really Fucking Horrible Crimes, and Some C*nt With A Machine Gun. All will flop, although CSI: RFHC won't be as bad as expected through the presence of Sally Field as the hard-ass section chief.

As Mrs. Doyle says, 'it's wall to wall bastards….'

I'll cite that in my defence.

A doctor?!

Seeing as he then wizzed everywhere seems he didn't have a handle on anything at all.

And shiny.

Did he put an 'r' in it, as in 'var-gue'? I knew someone like that and it sent me over the edge too.

Can one thing include all the computers, laptops and various image capture devices?

The prosecution rests, Your Honour.

Get born.

Fuck off Gerard.

Please remove all mentions of Jonathan Liebesman's taint from this comments section. Thank you.

Lee Harvey Oswald!

Sasha Baron Cohen!

'Now, concerning the grain…..'