Ellen. Hard Candy. Loved the movie and her.

"You f****ing lied to me." Mr. Bungle

Sort of exactly. The advertisers want to advertise to the largest demographic for whatever they're selling. The networks want them to buy advertising space. Nielsen tells them who watches what and everybody turns into those things from Society. Cigars optional.

Or: the things that earn advertising dollars?

I'd just like to jump in here and ask that everyone be sure you're wearing government issued pants to avoid all the homosexual fellating that seems to be rampant in this comment section. Also, be sure you buckle them or they might fall down.

#Mike

Exactly.

He was run over by a memorabilia cart, when he was younger. I can feel bad for that, but refusing to follow through with what would fix you kinda kills that, for me. I say that as someone who also had an accident and had to work my way back to somewhat normal. Mine was a scrambled brain, but it still took a personal…

Here's the messed up part. He had surgery to repair his back, which, with following through on his rehab, would have allowed him to walk, again. Life must be easier in a motorized scooter.

I was trying to remember what the song was about, without looking it up, and, yeah, working together sounds right.
One of my younger friends loves the Garbage Pail cards but had never seen the movie. What a nice birthday present I got him.

But that musical number.

His personal appearance is an easy attack, but it's the shady stuff he's done that is most interesting. Still waiting on that exclusive interview with Bruce Campbell on the end of Burn Notice.

I think Ghoulies was Empire, which Charlie ran into the ground. And from the ashes rose Full Moon.

The Bermuda Triangle will always be my favorite album of his. It was designed to be heard through a pyramid speaker setup and contained a message hidden in code. He was amazing.

Except he just sits and pauses and can't come up with words. Hunter would have thrown in a pigfucker or two.

Whenna Jaws die, nobody cry. Whenna Konk die, everyabody cry.

Or dead bird on his head.

Me, as well. When did he forget how to talk like a normal person?

Okay, but let's be careful out there.

But who will protect Cop Rock?