They wouldn’t make that mistake. They’re renaming it Shrill and Irrational.
They wouldn’t make that mistake. They’re renaming it Shrill and Irrational.
“Baker Dill” is not just any computer game character. He’s “Liberal D.K.”
“Your winnings, sir.”
Slightly off [hot] topic, but I just started reading Simon Reynolds’ history of post-punk, Rip It Up and Start Again, and the ways in which UK independent labels and artists played with the notion of rebellion, commodification, consumerism, art and product is fascinating.
the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot with Kristen Wiig, Leslie Jones, Kate McKinnon, and Melissa McCarthy [...] was a fine movie that is unfortunately best remembered for how much it infuriated sexist pieces of shit on the internet.
Motherfucker keeps wrecking my sandcastles.
I assume John Cameron’s Aliens features the line, “Get a lei from her, Lubitsch!”
Hey, you’re welcome! Have a super day!
Oh my god! He shot a kid!
This will probably be confusing for Reginald, as you’re mentioning it in the context of playing Monopoly. I believe you are in fact referring to the time you had intercourse with his mother, and it lasted more than half an hour. Hope that’s clear for everyone! :)
“See you later, Aggregator.”
“You’re 14% fresh, crocodile. Go fuck yourself.”
WHO DARES DEFY THE AGGREGATOR?
Oh, oh, oh, now do one about Cultural Marxism!
it’s hard not to get excited for a movie starring Brie Larson, Jude Law, and a magically-de-aged Samuel L. Jackson
If you read Dowd’s reviews, rather than just looking at the score, his love of movies is palpable. Anyway, here’s a shit-ton of A’s for you:
Fuck you, Kyle. I’m supposed to be caring for my child.
What the fuck is that headline supposed to mean?
I love him. He’s such a sweetheart, and his mind goes in wonderfully surreal directions. The episode of (the brilliant) Travel Man in which he visits Dubai with Richard Ayoade is excellent.
Listening to The Mummies’ Tales From the Crypt, Nips ‘n’ Nipple Erectors’ Bops Babes Booze & Bovver, Psychedelic Furs’ Talk Talk Talk, and watching Johnny Vegas eat his own (chocolate) head on 8 Out of 10 Cats does Countdown.
Are you a Miranda or a Hufflepuff.