Use cheap, dry beans as the weights.

Distant cousin of Rutger Hauer.

Honest question, is there or has there ever been a porn star named “Johnny Deep”? Seems kind of obvious. 

“making its way to Canada later this fall.”

Hmmm. Tommy the damaged tough guy with the baseball bat gets me thinking. Just pointless prognosticating, Tommy assembles a posse and manages to kill at least one innocent person. It will be the mirror to Ben Tramer being killed in the original Halloween 2. 

Or Frank Booth (Nitrous + Pabst)

I was happy to see it trending on Netflix the other day.

Well it’s no “Dracula’s Pajama Party”.

So she married Florida Man? I’m sure he’s well versed in squatter’s rights.

I don’t have the stomach to read any more but does anyone know if his lawyers are on the CoS payroll? 

Dean Stockwell singing Phish into a work light.

Eh, the Adderall will take care of that.

Are we sure this isn’t Friedberg/Seltzer’s “Woody Allen Movie”?

Theater employees, preserved in amber, will one day be cloned so our progeny can experience what it was like to go to the cineplex.

When you think some of the biggest mainstream artists are “no-name” you’re officially old. Collect your gift basket of denture cream, starlight mints, and laxatives.

How about corn starch in lieu of flower?

Kleptocracy run amok. Full stop.

I once overheard my stepmother and stepbrother openly pining for Obama’s assassination. So to the teary eyed Cult 45 I’ll quote a t-shirt worn by your own, “Fuck Your Feelings”.

“This move by the Trump Administration is illegal and immoral.”

They’re currently in a soft, quiet room in Bellevue.