Chekhov's leg.

The best part is when assholes who see this run out to buy a cute puppy mill product, and then ditch the adult 60lb untrained war dog on the local shelter.

If you don't fuck your mother, your offspring won't conform to breed standards.

Fucking Belgians. There's like four variations of the same dog, with impossible to pronounce nomenclature.

It's compelling because Henry Hill is an unreliable narrator. He's spinning and rationalizing away some horrible life choices.

The Finals numbers are being floated by insanely high ratings in Chicago market.

I never got a LP from these idiots that wasn't warped.

They run excerpts of this at a kiosk in Chicago's Field Museum. They also have a bunch of Pac NW carvings (totems, etc.) that were made for 1933's Century of Progress. The historical inaccuracies are all duly noted, and a more pleasant contextualization than how they ended up with that T-Rex.

Wrong way round. His audience's contempt for his work is what's killing his box office.

Technically, I believe they succeeded in scaling the west face of the Siula Grande peak. It's just the descent went horribly, horribly wrong.

Lights parachute on fire…realizes made a terrible mistake

I thought McConkey came off as a complete fucking tool, and realized I don't give a shit about the back story, just run the highlight reels already.

Disney has always had shitty coasters.

Peggy broke that goon's arm.

That's Phase V - or whenever Pat Robertson dies, and they can kick the God bothers off ABC Family and replace The 700 Club with Daredevil reruns.

Apparently the network is not profitable and exists solely to get Paramount-CBS and WB produced shows to syndication.

In the winter of one-five
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, CW had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well

Just beat the quality out of the product.

I think the tacos are (or were) a secret menu item.

Braum's Cherry Limeade is the stuff. I can't stand the places that use Sprite - way too sugary.