But then, bending to peer pressure, he tries the tobacco and it all goes downhill from there.

Sniveling bootlickers have feelings too.

Didn't mean to laugh at your pain there, meatpuppet.

Sorry, lickspittle.

Squirrel Girl

Who you callin' "spook", peckerwood?

Good thing I didn't post "Pretty Noose" to FB as a tribute before reading this.

Burn in hell, Baron Harkonnen!

Those Klingons look like shit.

Yale dean a snob. In other news water is wet and shit smells bad.

I wonder if the fact that Hervé Villechaize was half Filipino and P-Dinks is white will become a problem.

We come for your daughter.
—Chuck

I stopped watching before that but didn't they still hang out in Forman's basement even though he didn't live there anymore?

Nary a spot of shit, blood or piss to be seen.

Meals that last only as long as the expository conversation that takes place during them. A great example is the officers mess scene in The Hunt For Red October. It starts with the men loading up their plates, Captain Ramius excuses Dr. Petrov and then informs the officers of the letter he sent Admiral Padorin…

D minus….the Gentleman's F.

I like the friendly shark.

"…and at one point got up to answer the doorbell."

Equating skepticism with mental retardation = rhetorical failure.

Motherfucker done lost his mind.