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His momma call him Murdock, I call him Murdock.

I read the graphic novel of that in a bookstore in the mall while my mom went to the store next door. Severely fucked 11 year old me up. That scene still freaks me out.

You wash out your filthy mouth, Rob. That show was awesome, not awful. The social satire was up there with the Simpsons’ best seasons.

God, I hope they have Old Glory Insurance!

He’s a robot. He has to threaten the elderly, because he needs old people’s medicine for fuel.

Not really, that animation was just depressingly lacking in charm.

I find modern Tom and Jerry some the ugliest animation around, though. That Wonka preview looked terrible.

I hope there’s a Twi’lek character named Oh Fortuna

Being fairly familiar with big snakes, my mind is not blown in the least. The hell is this headline, Gizmodo?

Exactly. On another note, that video makes me sad. The worst I did with my cat is put a laundry basket over him. For a few short minutes he was like a mouse droid from Star Wars.

Yeah. The nerve of that guy. Parking stuff in his driveway. Seriously, fuck him. Next thing you know, it won’t be a nice clean white trailer. It’ll be a dirty 15 year old Dodge Caravan with mismatched fender colors. And he will whisper softly to the world: “You let this happen”

Not to mention it’s implied that it’s a HUMAN brain, which I’m pretty sure ‘most’ Chinese people do not eat. The “scariness” of it is the implied idea of a murderer serving food.

The Tim Burton version was great and far closer to the spirit of Dahl’s book. Giving Wonka an actual backstory made him into a character with motives and not just an eccentric loon. No one has ever been able to actually articulate why it’s terrible and the worst thing ever, but everyone seems to agree that it is. I

The scientists were interviewed after the reactor was shut down. Their response? No reaction.

I get a ton of previous tenant mail, some of it is rather important, so I mark it “no longer at this address/return to sender”.......and a week later, it’s back in my mail box. Okey doke then, waste management takes over after that!