Flashman!

Fucking TERFs.

The eagle-fucking horology is what got me.

“Hah, joke’s on you, Local Man: we never let those CGI nerd-monkeys form unions.”

My rich guy goal would just be normal stuff, but:

My one big regret is not shooting it out in Broken Hill, as is tradition.

Was that young film maker Tom Hooper or Uwe Boll?

Seriously. The only place that the “hot girl is somehow maligned in school because she’s so quirky and weird!” is in these movies they go on to make.

Ah, the ol’ Suff Ifrikan tradition.

“And the evil South African-”

Paul Kelly, “Love Never Runs On Time”.

The even got a real police captain for Beverly Hills Cop!

Eh, not you fault, mate.

It’s not just physical debilitation, it’s the fact the damn road rules change.

Are you in charge of feeding Torch his pills?

Yesterday, I got fired.

At least it’s her chest hams. Her face looks like she ate a bee.

They could’ve at least have LS-swapped a Suzuki Cappucino.

Metric is standard.

Charlton Heston’s greatest role.