That’s cute!

I remember when I was a kid I’d buy smoke bombs near the fourth of July and pretend I was Darkwing Duck. Then (many years later) a friend of mine got his grubby mitts on a some smoke grenades. Like actual smoke grenades.

“Thousands?” Try millions.

If you listen to the commentary on Aliens (From the laserdisc I think) it’s just hilarious and when that line comes up they all have a good laugh about it.

It’s like the Sega version of Jurassic Park. You can be the raptor ffs!

Wow, somebody likes ‘ole Fahey.

Shit I still haven’t had time to play Witcher 3 and the last thing I need is for this to actaully be good. So there!

If you image search “Star Trek 6 ‘only the size of my head’” you get a picture of Spock as a centaur.

Damn, I finally FINALLY got Dick Tracy on DVD and now y’all gotta ruin it!

Hey, hey hey, if you’re not a Wonker it’s “punch Don’s jaw into splinters” with votes!! If you are a wonker well *scrt hndshk*

Only someone so close to my heart could be so cynical!

Hey, why not a few of the great seconds in film/familial history.

“Now if you could get Maureen Dowd on board (like you’re landing a fish). . .”

Oh it’s nice. Not having to wake up and wondering ‘what’s she done now?’ Oh Joy!

I remember watching my cousin play Madden ‘96 or something, just constant menu shuffling. Then he’d hand it off to me to kickoff. Now he’s getting married in June to some hippie chick and they tell me I don’t have to wear shoes..

As one of many resident cynics it’s women that will save the day.

And now, after they have made their statement, what now?