My sisters pulled me into all sorts of movies while babysitting me in the 70s & 80s. I saw Shining, Halloween, Prom Night, Friday 13s and all sorts of gore and chainsaws, even the horror of Saturday Night Fever when your a young boy who couldn’t care less, My silence bought with all the candy I wanted. But when they…
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It’s like they buried the original Clifford in the Pet Sematary and this is what came back to haunt ol’ Fred Gwynne.
Don’t forget fentanyl and meth.
The only reason I might have cheered for Chuck on ‘Supernatural’.
Agreed. Look at the cabinet he has right now: Unqualified loons, selfish grifters, and evil opportunists.
“From my greasy, salty hands...!”
Addendum to said wish: Saying this while evicting him from his golden home to awaiting FBI agents and a horde of media. Don’t waste a wish on him.
F. Murray Abraham really took that Salieri part seriously.
Do either one of you have a man-bun?
Pray to the monolith in the church of your choice.
Agreed, and right when they were getting interesting together.
What are the plans for the new Dexter? Killing in Seattle? Back to Miami? I assume Lumberjack Dex has not had anyone on his table and finally breaks down and kills some deserving jerk, and then the cops call in the FBI, who have seen these crimes before....
They can have Vince Vaughn.
“We won!”
“Fuck you.”
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Evil has many faces and names. This dick has been around since the black plague.