Me either.
Me either.
You’re generating a hell of a lot of Recommends today for people replying to your comments.
It is almost impossible to believe how often BreadnMaters confidently says things that are just flatly incorrect.
[Adds “with prejudice” and “condoms” to list of topics for which not to rely on BreadnMater’s advice]
Also, I’m not sure condoms are “supposed to be bulletproof.” Obviously, Breadnmaters does not mean that they’re literally bulletproof. But does anyone think condoms never fail?
I like the preemptive assertion that the analogy is fair, which seems to give away that it is not.
After seeing this photo of Rudolph, it’s nice to know that she (like me) doesn’t know what to do with the gift bags you get from Amazon.
I was hoping for Norm, but you know who is haunting me instead? You guessed it -- Frank Stallone.
Right now, Baldwin is probably home, with a glass of scotch, rolling his eyes as his wife asks him what it means that he is “how you say, not guilty.”
Don’t worry, my reading comprehension suffers on Friday afternoons too. I’ll say it another way:
The fact that people like something (whether it’s little cowboy hats for dogs, novelty window decorations of Calvin peeing on things, or the Academy Awards, is a perfectly good reason for a thing to exist. It takes a damn good reason to say that a thing people like shouldn’t exist. So far you’ve offered none.
I also think the hosts who are primarily or exclusively writers on the show, not cast members (Jost, Che, Meyers, Fey) generally works better. It’s a nice change of pace to have people who seem like they are actually talking to you normally, not playing a “newsman” character.
For what it’s worth, I think Jost and Che are pretty good. They have good chemistry together, which helps.
It’s not the job of films to perfectly echo back to you the views you already have.
I said this when the P Diddy video game out a few months ago, and it remains true:
Since many of the posters here (me included) are often criticizing the writing on the site, it’s worth saying -- this review is very well written.
Because show business is an industry where people can conceivably keep working well into old age, I think we get used to the idea that people in the industry will keep going until they just literally can’t anymore. But you’d never say to an accountant, “Gee, you’re only 66. What happened to make you decide you wanted…
“It’s an inanimate carbon rod!”
Look, if you tell people that a woman has a “magna cum laude pussy” is seems only fair that they get to look, if only to try to understand what the hell that means.
Then I owe you an apology.