Hula hoops. You know, for kids.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since: "shut your fuckin' face, uncle fucka!!"

I had never heard of the book when I warched. I remember thinking, "if anyone can make this premise work, it's Cronemberg. But he didn't".

As a Cronemberg fan, I say: Crash is total crap.
As a Lynch fan, I ask: where's Lost Highway?

Needs more cromulence.

Jesuschristdude, your username is unforgivable and heinous, I love it.

What's the deal with that, uh?

They're all cliché, but for good reasons:
Bass: My Generation
Organ: Time of the Season
Drums: The End (y The Beatles, not The Doors :D)

Bada Bing has the best fried shrimp in NJ.

"Landline" sounds like the title of a horror movie, not an indie dramedy.

needs more butt sex jokes

What about the red ones?

Except for the great local band Pata de Elefante (Elephant''s Foot), mine is Sir Paul McCartney: I´ll see him for the fifth time next September. Not bad.

won't get fooled again.

Great, now I'm hungry, internet!

So your teacher explained how his versions are a load of gibberish?

You don't have to be a U2 fan to join the club but it helps.

If i had to stand Bono for more than 15 minutes, I'd drink mysellf to oblivion too.

You really made an ass of yourself.

"They poop in water for no reason" Portlandia rats, about those silly humans