The New Mustang!!!

I'd want to spray something on my hands to make them super conductive or super resistive (whatever this thing measures) and then take this test, and make that needle spin off the fucking charts, and then be all "I AM YOUR CHOSEN ONE AS THE PROPHECIES HAVE FORETOLD"

For a mediocre film, I thought Oblivion's sound design was awesome.

Sorry I can't be more specific. Everything about this damn thing is annoying:

The Knicks have been trying it ever since they got Carmelo. Shit just doesn't work.

Door across the hallway: "Dude! Are you OK?!"
Shot Door: [toughly] "Bro, I'm fine, I didn't even get my bell rung."

DOUG'S NEW CAR! DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!DOUG'S NEW CAR!

Doug, the answer is obvious: The Nissan Murano CrossCabriolet. Preferably in seafoam green, tan top, tan interior.

Pictured: Yet another Cam Newton turn over.

There you go.

PA Announcer: Everybody put your hands together for Bob!

It may not be possible to go back to watch the pyramids being built in person, but being that the light we see from the stars and comets and such was all generated thousands or millions of years ago for us to see, isn't it theoretically possible that the reflected light from the Earth at the time of said construction…

I have a dear friend who was pretty deeply depressed and, I suppose, fairly aimless. Then his wife had an affair and they're getting divorced, and he's, like, super galvanized by it all! The depression is gone completely, he's back to being hilarious and vital, he's got energy, and even a little pizzazz.

I LOVE peeing in the shower. Candy corn is sugared vomit.

You wanna know how you do it? Here's how, the Brutals pull a knife, Zardoz gives you a gun. The Brutals sends one of yours to the witch doctah, you send one of his to hell. That's the Zardoz way, and that's how you rid the world of Brutals! Now do you want to do that? Are you ready to do that?