I believe it was unfilmed for a bit longer than it was filmed.

Just to get things hot and juicy I'm going to mention Prometheus. Let the mayhem commence.

If I were you I'd be much more worried about which men are playing strippers. Bruce Willis' pole work is sub par, if you know I mean.

I'm curious as to your particular complaints with his work. From Dusk till Dawn: A cinematic triumph of deconstruction and revitalization of an exhausted, juvenile, preposterous film genre, or a botched, hackneyed, trite and cynical attempt at self aggrandizing irony? Discuss.

The subject of the preposition is properly referred to.

DEFCON 1 is what I sometimes do in my pants in response to a particularly sudden and surprising occurrence, especially if it's on taco & guacamole night.

Herbie Fully Loaded was her Citizen Kane.

I'm sure you mean a Hard On of Gold.

I'm pumped for a breast pun thread. Breast Pumped.

Your cups runneth empty.

Please correct the typographical error in your comment. It's distracting me from this fascinating discussion of hobos boobies.

I think I just heard the horse cart pull up out front with a fresh block for the ice box!

You can tell that through her gimp mask?!

Thanks, now I just leaked. A little. In my pants…

I have a signed face head shot of Turtle. It's yours.

And that's just the female commenters!

Or 40 yards of the men's.

Coming and going?!

Or tit for twat.

It takes a traditional Rock music fan with a relatively mature, ironic sensibility to appreciate the absurd campiness and overstated theatrics of this song; not your typical rock radio listener. This song is just so insistently Non Rock, or even Anti Rock.