"Welcome to Whose Junk is it anyway! Where all the orgasms are made up and size doesn't matter!"

I'm gonna drown in a suspicious regular skiing accident.

An easily avoidable work related accident is what arguably started metal.

Give me doe!
Give me fawn!
Give me things that go baaaa!

*George Wendt walks into igloo

I've been awake for nearly a full day so I'm a little slap happy but at first I read that as Samuel L. Jackson being a movie and got super hyped for a second.

C'mon nothing is more metal than a fifty year old English man standing on one leg like a fucking Flamingo while playing like 7 different notes on a flute!

Thank you good citizen! *flies away haphazardly; hits tree and blacks out*

Whenever I have to say Thomas the Tank Engine, which is a lot as I work at a bookstore that sells a lot of kid stuff, I sometimes speak too fast and end up slurring my words…

"Battle Hymn" by Manowar.

Or stock quotes for porn!…

I can't wait to look into the sky one day and see a giant ball of death made out of particle board.

I always knew that the Hues Corporation was a lot more political than they let on…

It is really odd. I also am still astounded by Bigelow's direction at the end with the huge crowds. I don't know why but it's something that has stuck with me.

Upvoted for praise for Strange Days. Love that movie, but nobody really seems to talk about it.

Home Depot angrily fires 70-year-old greeter/lead guitarist.

I misread this as the Daughtry Museum.

What he drives and what he does for a living are the same thing!

I guess you're gonna have to cram for it.

*settles toucan attack with nice, big bowl of fruit loops.*