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Not that I think that what the SCOTUS decided yesterday wasn’t total jive, but I’m totally okay with parolees being told that they can’t hang out with felons if it’s not completely necessary. That can wait for when they’re off papers. 

“The Government Forced Me To Become a Boring, Self-Righteous Positive Rapper: One Man’s Story” Now a documentary on Netflix!

You mean Camila Cabello-Teñido?

Is she making one of those stupid “aheago” Anime post-orgasm faces here, or is this by-the-numbers questionable taste? 

This is hardly her fault. Vice-Presidents have traditionally faded into the background. Once in a while, you get someone like Walter Mondale or Dick Cheney who acts like an attack dog for the administrations, but mostly they just attend funerals and give the odd interview or cast the odd vote in the Senate. 

The entire movie is a knowing fifties pastiche. They have beatnik jokes in it! And a jive-talking elevator operator! How is one of its characters not going to be some sort of magical negro?

Linda Perry tries so hard to make the whole thing work that you kind of have to admire her for it. But listening to her vocal performance on that one is like watching someone trying to revive a heart attack victim though CPR as the stiff’s lips just get bluer and bluer.

And I say, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, what’s going on with “What’s Up?”

Could somebody check on that guy with the hair gel and the strong chin from Sugar Ray? Thanks!

Sorry, Soylent should have remembered that the more appropriate term is “ankle-biters”. 

I’m not sure your opinion is so unpopular, but you’re right. I’d seen “Airplane!” by the time I got around to seeing “Spaceballs”, so I knew quality when I saw it. “Spaceballs” had its moments, but it felt lazy compared to either one of the Airplane movies, which seemed to have an endless supply of much sharper jokes.

Apropos of nothing, really, but I love short, curvy, mouthy brunettes, so it pains me to compare Donald to Snooki. People made fun of her, and I don’t really love her style. But if you don’t think that she could take care of business in the bedroom, you must have missed a memo. You can’t let snobbery get in the way of…

I lived in the New York metro area — okay, okay, Westchester — from 1988 to 1992. You could not not know who this guy was in that place at that time. He was kind of a bad taste golem — officially the richest guy in town, but also a jerk so huge and so tasteless that it was difficult to believe he existed. There was a…

Or at least, “I’ve been instructed by my lawyer to say that you can’t prove I’ve never eaten anyone.” 

And about a decade after he was relevant, Tucker Max — author of“I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell”, hero to thousands of aspiring misogynistic fratboy BMOCs and wannabe party-time sex creeps, and heir to the Max makeup fortune — found the courage to look within himself, reevaluate his life, and take up yoga. Really!…

If I were a professional model/actress, I would totally stop making that face.

How are his teeth?

Username checks out. 

Since this is a virtual whatever-it-is, couldn’t they have given Hetfield and company their eighties-era long hair back? Older Metallica fans hated it when they cut their hair — and, coincidentally, released “Load”. Maybe that would convince some of the old-time headbangers to stop by, no?