I watched Avengers: Infinity War for the first time, yesterday.Holy shit, what a dull movie.
I watched Avengers: Infinity War for the first time, yesterday.Holy shit, what a dull movie.
Buca di Beppo, Planet Hollywood, and Earl of Sandwich
One of my cats puked this morning. Had I not been awake already, it certainly would have awakened me. It was loud, and it was surprising, as my cats almost never puke.
It’s cool that Taco Bell gave Joey Lauren Adams enough days off to shoot the film.
I saw the teaser episode. Your analysis is absolutely on-point.
I disagree. Someone with the name Nimrod Shmul is probably a relatively recent immigrant from Israel.
Man, when you can’t even spell your own last name correctly...Sad.
Is it really Shmul, or is it Shmuel? As a Hebrew speaker, the latter makes much more sense than the former to me.
Death by monster is preferable to the living death that is a small-town Indiana summer.
Mmmmmm. Hot dog cheese......
Only if the photo is really good. Most amateur food photos I see look like dimly-lit traffic accidents.
This article made me think of a certain type of (often ethnic/foreign) restaurant that takes pix of their dishes to put in the menu and/or on a sign in the window.
My son is applying to transfer schools, right now. When I suggested he skip applying to USC, I couldn’t really articulate why I thought it would be a bad choice for him. I didn’t know how to make the superficiality of the student body palpable. Thank you, Olivia Jade Loughlin, for being the living, breathing example…
Def Leppard’s induction into the Rock Hall of Fame meant a few things: 1) As with the Grammys, exceeding sales expectations is what is really being lauded by induction; not quality; and 2) Rock has been around long enough that that the Hall is now lauding derivative acts, rather than originals. If Van Halen and Black…
I wanted to say the story was a total rip-off of Jumanji, but knowing that it was written by the same person only shows that Barton Fink was right: Some people have only one great story in them, and they just keep retelling it.
When I was a kid, we went to Monkey Jungle a couple of times on our Florida grandparents trip. I never got pooped on by monkeys. I have, however, shit on myself a few times -- most recently the week before last.
I’m not Black, but this seems like an appropriate response:
More than public elementary schools, the military, or prisons?
They’re cute as babies.
Manos: Hands of Fate and Plan 9 from Outer Space are better movies than Batman and Robin.