Yeah, or as my Uncle Garth used to say:
HulkingOut
hulkingout
Is that Spain, North Korea???
You’re heading into some potentially painful waters here, but it has to be done, no matter who. I moved to the (literally) other side of the planet from my family many many years ago. My daughter was born here, and only knew my mother through the telephone. She was about 6 or 7, I think, the first time I took her…
Yeah, from a fellow Canookistanian, we used to see them all the time in Alberta when I was growing up in the 70s. Actually I remember seeing some when I was really young, like maybe 10 or even younger, and some of the imagery literally put the Fear of YooHoo right up me. I distinctly remember lying awake in the dark…
Sins can be forgiven. Crimes must be punished.
Yeah, I was just thinking if that happened in front of me, I’d have a “masculine impulse” to bust the guy’s fucking jaw.
Only Cheeto Jesus would find a woman who talks like Bela Lugosi hot...
I would counter that Corky’s presence was not only superfluous and unwarranted, but the undercurrent of homophobia present in his (still masterful and adorable) original portrayal was actually turned up to 11 (see what I did there??) here. Embroidery, Chris?? Seriously???
This oh so very much. Despite loving all the other films to bits, I got so frustrated by the “6 Months Later” epilogues, because invariably, these characters that were so wonderfully developed and executed by these magnificent actors over the story, are suddenly reduced to being the butts of demeaning (and as often as…
Stay away from the bathtub!!
I saw someone somewhere mentioning that there is now an entire generation of girls who have only ever known a black First Lady!
As we used to say when I worked in network TV news: Standards High, Expectations Low!
...and how the state crime lab performed under McCrory’s opponent, Roy Cooper.
I doubt it, buddy, there ain’t enough white cake in the world to Caesar Romero that frigging monstrosity of a unibrow
Boy, I almost busted out crying just reading that. My 17-year-old daughter discovered Bowie all on her own a couple of months ago. I’ve just been standing back and letting her find her own path through it all, just remaining available to answer any questions. Last week she was asking about the Ziggy tour, and I said…
Absolutely, run.
Ms. Nyong’o should be facing challenges for being one of the most exquisite creatures, inside and out, to ever draw breath.
Yeah, whatevs. Fuck you, clowns, I’m still not putting my machete away. Because that’s EXACTLY what you’re counting on, ISN’T IT??? Am I the only one who figured out that the little car they keep piling out of is a portal to the Scream Dimension?