Dear Rob please examine ii09.com and explain to your readership wha in the living fuck that is.

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It’s a major plus for films like “A Few Good Men” or “Mad Max.” I’m sick of the bullshit, tacked-on romance garbage. Although the story of both Charlize/Hardy stunt doubles falling in love and getting married warms my icy, cynical heart.

But Preznit Reagan promised us Bad Dudes we could go for a burger!!

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Don’t mess with the Empress!

Something something George Carlin something something Original German something something Moose-lini.

It’s normal. Nobody wants to believe they could be tricked so completely. We lie to ourselves every day but it can be a shock to confront such - holy shit the grass-in-pot is blowing in the wind and looks gust like that Donald Trump grass gif!

Does it bother anyone else that we have the appearance of barely being capable of making serviceable platforms/vectors without it becoming a scam?

Why don’t you do what Lincoln said and immigrate to a country that makes no pretense at liberty?

Ya know that Snake is still there. You call him Boss or some other garbage but it’s still Snake. Wait this isn’t 1979?

“Is this a God dam?”

You don’t have President Bartlet sipping a nice rye whiskey, marinating his cigar?

Comrade Putin wishes to more of your ideas.

She’s right you know. One of my favorites is that take on Beauty & The Beast.

Who was that “myopic fishermen that trained night and day” and then there was that white guy they said was a Navy Diver.

When I was but a lad the Pacific Science Center had an Aliens exhibit for quite some time. The highlight was walking into the room to drink in the majesty of a life-size Loader/Ripley facing off against an equally ginormous (no squiggly for ginormous?) Queen Alien.

Does anybody have that creeping sense of impending doom?

Dear Tyler,

My Uncle pulled that “Sure ‘darlin, is it as spicy as you?” shit at an Indian restaurant.