Oh, if only he had replaced it with a lithograph of a Sharpe Flintlock Pistol, the agitators would still be able to masturbate to the packaging and all the unpleasantness of the late 18th century could’ve been avoided.
Oh, if only he had replaced it with a lithograph of a Sharpe Flintlock Pistol, the agitators would still be able to masturbate to the packaging and all the unpleasantness of the late 18th century could’ve been avoided.
And replaced it with a lithograph of a ship! Nay! I can’t masturbate to thee!
If you play piano while she is talking, you will find out.
Read a history book lib. The entire reason for the Boston Tea Party was that damned King George removed the sexy lady from the packaging of the King’s Choice Tea brand in 1773.
You know that episode of the Twin Peaks revival where the vast majority of the episode had no spoken dialogue and the message was conveyed through symbolism? That’s what a series based on Dark Souls would be. Complete with condescending fanbase going “I’m sorry you’re obviously too stupid to understand the message”.
Holy shit, a photo of Ezra Miller in which they doesn’t look like a complete douche!
Perhaps eventually one of his subordinates will explain to him that if you pay people, they will do things for you.
Yeah, one of them crawled out of a Sarlacc pit and took over a criminal syndicate where he doesn’t kill people, levy tribute or pretty much anything criminal syndicates usually do.
I cannot overstate how much I adore the fact that Chunk is Data’s lawyer.
It does seem like these movies ought to be period pieces, at this point. “We’re hopelessly out of touch! No one will ever find . . . what? Oh, right, GPS works without a signal. Search and rescue will be here in a couple of hours. Hey, let’s sit together watch those saved episodes of Wednesday on your iPad while we…
The only reason the VFX crew didn’t leave Episode 9 is ILM’s legally-binding suicide pact.
So let’s have a robotic dog kick her in the head twice (with the same or greater amount of force she kicked the robopup with, of course). Justice served.
No, no, no. Stimpy is the cat. Ren is the dog.
I’m 32 years old, I remember this. I actually got thrown in a dumpster in grade school because I’ve always been a flamboyant person but the way gayness was treated on the schoolyard was essentially if you were suspected of being gay you were a target for physical abuse. Speaking as a man, it was baked into my mind…
“Oh. Do we ALL know? Have I been the topic of a discussion that I’m not aware of?”
even as a 90s bb queer, it wasn’t just social suicide, it really drove this deep desire to die by suicide too. Having that ingrained as a child persists.
Tell you what though, if I were to ever come out, I don’t think I’d want the response to be “Yeah, we know.” Damn. Just humor me a little.
Well, they were casting a role that was conceived as “a sweet, sensitive kid with sexual identity issues,” so it’s likely they were looking for someone who a) would be cool with playing a gay character (and whose parents/managers/etc. would be cool with it) and b) would give a performance that read as possibly gay…
As a gay person who’s witnessing firsthand the backsliding into anti-gay laws, widespread accusations of child abuse and “grooming,” among the LGBTQ+ community by mainstream political leaders like my own governor (hello, Florida), bricks being thrown through gay club windows, and protestors with guns showing up to…
Wow, already working hard on earning that “2023 Award for Biggest Piece of Shit Commenter”. Way to get a head start. (And congrats on your 2022 win!)