“sweat and curse and jerk off and fire a gun and slide a needle into his arm,” known colloquially as the “Florida lunch break.”

I miss the McDonaldland cookies. 

“As long as the food is good, it’ll always taste like victory.”

Finding out the FBI and NYPD played a role in his death is like finding out water is wet. 

All outhouses are constructed with a bear hole. It allows for the facility to perform double duty as an outhouse and a bear storage unit. It’s important to Scotchguard your bear’s fur before use for easy cleanup.

I think it’s a relative thing. For example, while nobody can look down on Pesci’s butthole in My Cousin Vinnie, it pales next to Tomei’s butthole.

Still, you can’t argue that the technology hasn’t improved vastly in the last few decades. The purely CG buttholes of the 90s were too distracting by far. I grew up watching Harryhausen’s stop motion buttholes and I have to say, I’m a purist. I love a practical butthole.

Joe Pesci’s butthole was transcendent in Martin Scorcese’s The Algorithm.

I’m guessing Q has some hypothesis to explain it, but I’ll beg you not to go looking in order to preserve your sanity. 

I’d totally watch and laugh at Kevin Sorbo awkwardly kicking monsters or something while shouting

He’s one step away from being fully socialist, so I’m comfortable with his liberal credentials. The racist credentials though...well, they seem to be pretty solid too, sadly. 

I thought you were going a different direction here. I was 100% ready to co-sign deepfaking Peter Cushing’s face on the character. 

Re: LW3, I never realized Zodiac Motherfucker was the jealous type. 

I did not realize Rob Liefeld worked in the medium of fleece. I also did not realize I needed this blanket until this very moment. 

Physically and emotionally abusive, alcoholic centaur warriors who can’t get a FUCKING GUILD SPOT because all the gods-damned PANSEXUAL LIBERAL SATYRS came here and TOOK ALL THE GOOD JOBS, VICKI, so cut me SOME FUCKING SLACK!  

I’m thinking no, but oddly enough his desert-dwelling ne’er-do-well brother Spike’s nipples not only talk, but command humans to commit murder. 

The numbers don’t lie. The talking nipples might. 

Radio country is terrible, but I tend to think that about most radio pop. I’ve found a few new country artists I like through the internet though. The Carolina Chocolate Drops and Dead South are two I had never heard on the radio, but regularly listen to now thanks to YouTube algorithms.