Thats what that creepy movie was called! The weirdo/magician/kidnapper always made me think of Shel Silverstein. Paintbrushes, right?

I once ate a bunch of acid in line for space mountain. Good times!

I once ate a bunch of acid in line for space mountain. Good times!

I use that word semi-frequently, and you know where I got it?
“Mom, Bart is on a strict diet of complex carbohydrates. Steak will make him logy.”

I use that word semi-frequently, and you know where I got it?
“Mom, Bart is on a strict diet of complex carbohydrates. Steak will make him logy.”

I always thought she was like a beaver or a nutria or something.

I always thought she was like a beaver or a nutria or something.

wouldn't the world's worst bedtime story end, "And then everyone died, forever, because of all the butt stuff."?

wouldn't the world's worst bedtime story end, "And then everyone died, forever, because of all the butt stuff."?

howzabout Bill Dukes again as Bolivar Trask?

howzabout Bill Dukes again as Bolivar Trask?

"I have excellent news for the world: there is no such thing as trip-hop, it does not exist. It's a figment of a lame cunt's imagination.
There was never any such thing as trip-hop. It was a polite thing to say when you were trying to explain you were not into the boring old rock n' roll, but you didn't dare to say…

"I have excellent news for the world: there is no such thing as trip-hop, it does not exist. It's a figment of a lame cunt's imagination.
There was never any such thing as trip-hop. It was a polite thing to say when you were trying to explain you were not into the boring old rock n' roll, but you didn't dare to say…

You've obviously never sung the Whiffenpoofs Song with other bespectacled lads.

You've obviously never sung the Whiffenpoofs Song with other bespectacled lads.

wasn't it, "I guess, technically, I am."

wasn't it, "I guess, technically, I am."

The curious thing about Mr. Smaug was not his breath, which was foetid and highly distressing to any conversation partner, nor was it his un-industrious habit of napping wherever and whenever he saw fit, like a large, unpleasant cat. No, what was highly unusual, especially for a man of Mr. Smaug's stature and estate,…

The curious thing about Mr. Smaug was not his breath, which was foetid and highly distressing to any conversation partner, nor was it his un-industrious habit of napping wherever and whenever he saw fit, like a large, unpleasant cat. No, what was highly unusual, especially for a man of Mr. Smaug's stature and estate,…

The real travesty here is the copy on that site. Does not suggest that those involved actually want to be excited about this game.