Remember when you mused out loud that you wanted to see a mashup of the video for "Wrecking Ball" set to Peter Gabriel's "Sledgehammer" so I made it but then we never did anything with it? Here it is, the only gift I could give that's mildly worthy of your exit.
Hello. I am an English person and due to my cultural tendency to be somewhat reserved, I have never commented before. I tend to lurk... but I want to share the comment that accompanied my facebook post about this show the other day, because it was the first bit of telly since Breaking Bad that gave me shivers of…
He copy/pasted the whole thing from a PUA forum.
The worst part about this message is that it's a pretty recycled and well-known copy/paste. Aside from the part where it left out buying a goat.
Oh no no no I would marry Captain America in a heart beat. Just wholesome and handsome and big-hearted. I wouldn't even mind the patriotic speeches. And my parents would just love him.
You'd probably have to salute the Little Captain before your regimental once a week God/America approved marital relations.
"so I can recommend the nerds that do start yelling"
He falls into the Fuck Buddy category. That dude has ladies all over multiple galaxies.
Also a pet peeve of mine, THE FLASH CONTROLS THE VIBRATION OF HIS ENTIRE BODY. If you can't see how that translates well to the bedroom you might not be creative enough. Also even if he doesn't last long, no refractory period. Sorry, I've got a thing for all speedsters. Even Pietro and hes kinda a condescending dick.
I don't think Poison Ivy counts as a "hero" unles you are like a ficus.
That whole film was in Alfred's head, he had a break down after the Joker attacked the city.
I wouldn't even want to sleep with Batman. Can you imagine him trying to talk dirty in that voice of his? Plus there's a better than average chance he cries during sex. Plus there's a better than average chance of getting killed by a supervillain if you're anywhere near him. Too risky. I would rather get access to…
Shit, I'd marry Batman in a second. He's rich as fuck and never around, so you just get to chill in the theater room at Stately Wayne Manor and have Alfred make you grilled cheese sandwiches.
Yeah, but let's be real - pre-nup or no, that divorce settlement is going to come with a serious chunk of hush money, and perhaps some Wayne Industries stock.
That's why I try to limit myself to one glass of wine a day. Cheers!
How do I know which blood and feces I can play with?
The cat who enjoys being vacuumed? I'm honestly not sure. Maybe in one of the sequels? I heard the cat has an agent and is currently reading some scripts tho.
My uterus hurts from that story. This won't win the prize but I'm sharing anyway.
