Dammit. I know better. Cold medicine has made me foggy.
Boogie Nights had Mark singing Stan Bush’s “The Touch” from Transformers: The Movie too, which was the completely out of left field moment that I unconsciously stood up and cheered, much to the surprise of everyone near me and me.
He had seen Pennsylvania, and most of Kansas was already behind him. There was no mistake. Danny had done what most skiers only dream about: He was on the Perfect Run.
...John Waters is directing this?
Why do I eat breakfast before I read comment sections?
How To Not Get Away With Multiple Twitter Accounts
I mean, with that new haircut... dude aged well, to say the least.
Nah, he’s of age.
Oh, it’s autobiographical but not a reality show? So he can play multiple roles then—all of his Twitter and Instagram sock puppets can be characters, too.
This is an absurd statement to make.
Ah, got it. I’m an east coaster. Thanks!
Rigggght? It’s like, I think I just want to be him, but daaaamn. Them lats.
Built to last.
This concept of “HOGSYEA” confuses and infuriates us!
Nobody wants to see that, even as cautionary example. Think Magary but older, fatter, shorter, balder, and pastier.
“Alright, who the fuck did that?!?”
That’s some good Disqus
Well, remember, they only made the playoffs to begin with because one team died of dysentery or something.
Not everyone can have a name as awesome as Zap Rowsdower