Example 1,548,461,201 of why social media is a fucking nightmare of a communication tool.
Example 1,548,461,201 of why social media is a fucking nightmare of a communication tool.
If you read past the giant “spoiler warning” sign, then that’s on you.
Hey, I know you’re just doing your job and everything, but could you lay off on the whole reaper thing for awhile? It’s just, you took four souls in the last two days for nine this past week. Heck, you’ve been on a tear this month alone. Take August off, or at least reap some people who really deserve it.
Make sure it’s region-free if you import it!
To be fair, Natalie Portman forget she was in those movies, too.
What the fuck does this comment even mean?!
The production is very good; being Penguin Classic editions they are already held to higher standard, IMO. I believe some color correction has been done, the art looks a bit darker, so I don’t think these are scans of the original prints. The paper stock is matte, not glossy, and is heavy quality. There isn’t much in…
Jesus, why not have them start chain smoking as well?
God, what a fucking dork.
I figured Woody was given to Andy by his absent (dead?) father.
*pushes up glasses* It’s actually an interesting fail. The Spidey robot locked up which must have been an issue during testing. It probably happened enough times that the Imagineers planned for it, so the show has alternate dialogue in case it occured. The breakaway wall also allowed for easy replacement to get…
It was a fun show to get stoned to.
Turn on your headlights at night, for crying out loud! It’s dark, turn them on!! Other people need to see your car.
Chief: “Squad, we have to take out those Covenent forces at the top of the ridge. There’s a Scorpion. Get in.”
The URL is even weirder:
No, wait... THIS IS IT!
Oh, man, John Astin as Gandalf. There’s a missed opportunity.
No one ever believes me when I say I’m a professional assassin. It was only after I stabbed that hitman with a pen that people freaked out.
As the last flickering light in the universe goes dark, and the atoms start to decay, someone, somewhere, will post “Great Job, Internet!” for the final time.