Well . . . strictly speaking the submissive always has all the power in a healthy BDSM relationship since it’s all about consent and agreed-upon rules that can be changed or revoked by the sub at any time . . . but I get your point. 

Well, they did actually kiss. It was the most awkward kiss in the history of broadcast television, but they did, in fact, touch their lips together. 

You’re lucky, then. My whole extended family has gotten every vaccine and booster as soon as available, and we’ve all gotten Covid at one point or another.

I remember we had a “new student” that showed up in, like, February who looked old as hell, sat in the back of the class, and always wore an old army coat. Our nickname for him was Jump Street.

They were in no way believable as high schoolers

Yup, came here to say the same, one hand for the meat, one hand for everything else. Get the meat into the pan/air fryer/pot and THEN wash up and wipe everything down with an anti-bacterial whatever. 

HBO Max’s animated comedy

Two reasons for a date to invite you to Applebees:

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…

Yeah, as I’ve gotten older I’ve re-evaluated what counts as “old”, but 82 is officially old. Not “older”, just old.

Kinda reminds me of “artist” acquaintances I used to have who’d loudly exclaim they would never demean themselves by working in retail. “Yeah, well, some of us don’t have eight figure trust funds, Rain.” 

Goddamn, I fucking hate every shit-ass word of that corporate-speak horseshit. Anyone who utters words like, “We’re really on track for a lot of asset value creation and free cashflow generation,” and “we’re coming from an irrational time of overspending with limited focus on return on investment,” shouldn’t be…

(Psst, Mel Gibson’s Payback was 24 years ago.)

There was a minute there when Hollywood tried to make John Cena a Hollywood Action Hero and it went . . . poorly.

Maybe it’s a state-by-state thing, but a majority of the booze-selling theaters I’m familiar with are definitely all-ages, regular old multiplexes theaters that have revamped with fancy recliners and full menu service and a regular old bar out in the lobby in a desperate effort to lure people in. 

Yeah, he’s said a number of times that, being over 50, it’s increasingly difficult to get and stay in “Drax shape”.

Well, apparently he lives way out in the middle of nowhere in Lake Tahoe, so unless he wants to go all “Overlook Hotel” every winter having a big goddamn snow-plow kinda comes with the territory.

Yup, Layer Cake is a big one. There’s that one scene where he’s basically play-acting as Bond holding a very Bond-like gun as the actual hardass Colm Meaney gets annoyed with his fucking around.

Some additional bonus points:

I was the bartender at a dive bar years ago. By law, we had to be a “restaurant”, so had a full kitchen with a menu that consisted entirely of a stack of five year old frozen pizzas and stuff you could drop in a deep fryer that hadn’t had its oil changed in a decade. As there was usually only one bartender working, if…