Well, I watched the movie and can confirm that it was DY-NO-MITE!

This will go all the way to the Court of Appeals.

So far this has been my dirty little secret. Now that it’s out... I guess I should run.

Oh sure. Next thing you’ll be saying that switching to non-alcoholic beer will make me a better mohel. When does it end?

I’m in a similar situation to your wife. Of course it’s easier to stick to your principals when it concerns shitty pizza and not tasty chicken.

Do you consider donating millions of dollars to anti-LGBT organizations to be a wild overreaction? You’re free to eat there or not as you please, but for me personally I have no desire to give their business any of my money (not that they need it) because of the actions they’ve already taken.

Look, if an industry veteran like Cameron hasn’t learned how to pronounce capital letters and italics, it’s his own fault when he gets misinterpreted.

Certainly the movie he made from it couldn’t have been worse than the one that actually was made from it.

Michael Bay wanted the kids to run away from the exploding dinosaur in slow motion.

Or just go on seat guru and find your airline / plane / flight and read up.

Dinosaurs can also be two sixteen year-olds or one thirty-two year-old.

Yes.

“Dinosaurs are four eight-year-olds,”

Hopefully when they catch him they can stop him from escaping by attaching a large, iron ball to his ankle.

I’d bet “cruise” wasn’t higher on the list only because not everyone goes on one. When I went with my wife’s family, we got a cheap bottle of wine, carefully removed the foil on top (without crushing or ripping it), popped the synthetic cork out, drank the wine, and then refilled it with gin from a local craft…

So this was written by Jake from Brooklyn Nine-Nine? Cool cool cool.

“That’s interesting, Tinder Date! Your favorite movie is Bridesmaids! You know, mine is 2001: A Space Odyssey, but the true photochemical recreation from the original negative. Let me tell you more about it over the next 20 minutes.”

It took me a second to reconcile with my caffeine-deprived brain that the 50th anniversary of 2001 does not make this the year 2051.