Yes that’s all well and good but when you’ve got a few friends’ kids coming at you with sparklers well your shorts better be long enough...

I dunno, I could believe it but I just don’t care that much. There are bigger animals to slap in the pan and fry those bastards!

“How does this serve the guilty erection of some schmuck that would review the film?”

Nah I was just being mean. I dunno, I liek that they’re happy!

Yeah, as much muck I might make against bad apples and such this officer really, really made a wonderful display of being a part of the community.

She’s a goddamned hero and she’ll probably wind up in an internment camp.

Then there’s the two old men and one young person having lunch together. As long as they keep the Reuben on their hidden menu I will happily indulge my father and his friend!

So they both have side-pieces.

I would not categorize “Cracker Barrel” as Midwest fancy but that’s just me.

holy shit, that’s horrible.

I had a good one, some many years ago it was a few friends in some back lot and one of those bastards tipped over the mortar...that sumbitch shell landed right under my car and ba-boom!

The next best thing to this is/was that “ArachnOphobia” had nobody working on it. I mean that fucking movie traumatized enough as a child we don’t need a garbage reboot!

Being hungover/stilldrunk where is the bit about all that goldurn money that L.A. wasn’t s’posed to have?!

Beautiful but you should really hear Vince —

Well it’s certainly a big dodge that he didn’t wind up in the new Star Wars and such...

You are totally right but I must quickly add the advice they proffered was something like “can’t you stick a #2 pencil up there and break it off?”

The abject terror that some brown and black bodies can inspire in some folk, salt-’o-the-earth types is just astounding.

Asia Argento was probably the best thing that ever happened to him and this eww-sur-pation “HA!” of her values versus some doughy white christian asshat is just. Fuck it *glug*

Laughing all the way to the bank.

Oh Stahp, some of my fondest memories were of my Dad and me having our own little fireworks show on the driveway. My mother is scared of big blasts and noises but dad and I would light those mu-fukas off for hours!