Why couldn't they have waited two more days?

Michael Des Barres is a treasure.

I thought the singer/guitarist for POTUSOA scored porns before starting the group. I distinctly remember the band was doing something with Sir Mix-A-Lot now*

BLOW.
HIM.
KISSES.

Paul Lynde will always be the center square of my heart.

Basically, I wanted 22 Short Films About Springfield as a series.

The Raft is one of the rare horror movies/vignettes that actually really scared me. I saw it on HBO as a kid (where were my parents?!), and we used to go camping all summer and swimming in lakes. Even now, if I'm at a small pond and I see a large clump of algae drifting on the surface I feel uneasy.

To be fair, it's been a very, very long time since I've seen that, it could be better than I remember. But I absolutely remember that voice, I could never forget it.

Flavor Flav said it, if I'm not mistaken.

Absolutely! I like the idea of that one more than the execution, but naturally the constant repetition of the line is hilarious and fun to repeat with friends.

I hate the multiple protagonists, and I thought that Trevor wasn't funny, just annoying. I could deal with the other two. But I hated the switching so much that I just hurried up and finished story mode and didn't do all the extra stuff, and in all previous games, I did everything in all the little weird corners of…

Creepshow is awesome, but I think I like Creepshow 2 better if only for "The Raft".

sad trombone

I just finished a replay of Red Dead Redempion a few months back, it's so great.

I'm going with Kevin Can Wait also, announced Wednesday.

I liked it, it could've been just Maria elevating the material, but I enjoyed it. The show could've really had a lot to say about women in law enforcement.

She's specifically being punished for that stupid hat she wore in Prime Suspect.

Is it different than the Touch (my) Bone contest? Because I've already won that one.

Sometimes, I might tell someone I don't know who I'm voting for because I don't want to get into a long discussion and it's none of their goddamned business anyway.

Master of thighs, a giant spring
between your legs, you squeeze the thing
sold on TV, skin white like cream
just move your legs, and I'll hear you scream!
Master!
Master!