I can see that. I saw the movie first, so that clouds my impression. Reading the book took me from being ambivalent about throwaway sex scene, to being disgusted by how it was included. However, I liked the ending when I saw the film for the first time.

I don’t know much about Kubrick as a director or as a person, but aspects of his movies have always bother me. The worst for me is A Clockwork Orange, where I felt like he mostly handled difficult, uncomfortable subject matter well, but then he’d go and turn what was in the book statutory rape, into a fun sex romp.

I don’t remember what I ate. Something healthy and delicious I’m sure. The rest of the story was me showing him my license, him going “Are you Dr. so and so’s son?”, me saying yes (my dad was a doctor. We had live in Stupidfuckville for 5 years), and him letting me go inside to my friends house.

That part was sarcasm, but when I told my white Pennsyltucky friends what happened, they mostly reacted with “Well you have to look at things from his perspective” bullshit. My friends.

I once was visiting a friend in Pennsyltucky, when I pulled into a Sheetz quickie mark for some snacks. As I left, a cop followed me two blocks to my friends house where I parked in front like a sane person. The cop sped up and came to a screeching halt with his car cutting off my imagined escape rout. TJ Hooker got…

It will take a lot more than these guys to get me off the voice called “Boy Band”. It is magical. Try it. You won’t regret it.

That’s where the shaving comes in. You have to be very thorough down there if you want to get that shiny, ball luster that’s all the rage.

I think he’s an alien.

I think it’s a shark being accosted by a very large remora.

That’s the kind of treatment you should expect when you don’t pay the hooker.

They’re like someone said, “You know what this pancake batter could use? A cup of dirt.” They should change the name from “buckwheat pancakes” to “the earthworm experience”.

Somebody once tricked me into trying his grandma’s recipe, but I’m not falling that old ploye again.

I think a more dramatic headline would have been Will the guy on the bike notice the rope in time?

Woo hoo! We’re going to see the Dead!

I made a Mustang joke, and one did appear and charge after me, but at the last second it swerved and ran over the neighbor kid. So you should be safe.

No, you devil worshipper! I bet you like buckwheat pancakes too.

Even worse is the fact that he used rye bread.

I think his best work was when he went as Julius Caesar on the Ides of March. That took commitment.

I only trust Earl Weaver Baseball simulations. It even had a little manager come out and argue with the umpire on close plays. I remember marveling at how realistic the graphics were in 1987.

I was waiting for “or a penis, for porn.”