Are you shitting me? How could anyone tolerate this place when they're sober?
Are you shitting me? How could anyone tolerate this place when they're sober?
Because it's so well-crafted. Like, the footage of the bouncy car plane thing match-cuts to the cockpit shaking up and down, and it doesn't interrupt the joke at all.
I understood the de-wigging as Philip putting his and Elizabeth's parenting choices to some kind of test. They told Paige the truth, and that hasn't gotten them burned yet — why not try it with Martha?
I berieve in youuuuuuuu!
We Could Have Done This Without You, Internet!
I think you may have intended to send this to the L.A. Times instead of posting it here.
He was on Cribs and it seemed like he generally had his shit together financially.
I'm in Heaven's H.R. department, and I can vouch for this rooster.
Man, that got real dark.
A Great Job, Internet! up for over two hours and not one person complaining about what a terrible job the Internet did. This, folks, is the power of Rock and Roll.
Oh, come on. Like married people have souls.
He's one of those Freemen-on-the-land?
I think I ran it on a Performa.
It's a scale where on one end you have Jensen and his completely flat affect and on the other you have Snake enunciating syllables at random.
Maybe as long as the signature can be verified, it's like a lottery ticket.
I second both of these and would like to add "The Book of Life".
Did anyone else laugh really hard at how terrible Raylan's handwriting was on that deed transfer?
Or back to Hawaii.
With most early revolvers, the firing pin is a little stick integral to the hammer. There's no way to mechanically block it from setting off the round if the hammer gets bumped while it's decocked, so the only completely safe way to carry the gun is with the hammer on an empty chamber.
That's what I thought when I was reading IMDB gossip about Jere Burns getting very obvious Botox. Some serious dedication to his craft if it's true.