Nothing. I just don't need to turn every other page of the book and find one "glistening wetly".

Fucking fuck you, George, and fuck your whole stupid swords and tits series and all your fucking descriptions of food and wet dicks.

I'd love to see them come out onto the stage wearing little suspenders for their cock socks.

In my day we went to the Us Festival and we saw Eddie Money and we loved it.

Buttafuoco

More and more this feels like some kind of horrifying gritty reboot of King Ralph.

It must be where he learned to be a petulant fucking asshole as well, if my memory of the game serves.

At an embassy.

This is not an exfoliant.

You don't get into that suit without lubing up.

The movie. The movie is the joke.

Here in Gotham, we don't tolerate that kind of crap.

Make me a fuckin mahtini, Batman, ya fuckin retahd.

I haven't been so moved since Attack The Help.

Always figured him for a smooth jazz kind of guy.

*shits pants

Oregon's like the guy who wears the band's t-shirt to their show.

You may be right.

When does the Baywatch Nights movie open?

*Spike Lee angrily tweets Diane Keaton's home address