Buggy.
Buggy.
“What’s that, sir? It’s your name? Frankly, we find that a little hard to swallow.”
I had a Richard Widmark dream. It was an untold Madigan mystery with a hard-bitten damsel. I was Madigan’s sidekick. It was awesome.
I look forward to Book 1 of The Happy Games.
Cuz there’s no app called ‘Piss Like A Donkey Time.’
Or DD in a Black Widow movie. Nat needs an ancient, booby-trapped soviet safe cracked, seeks out the guy with the best ears on earth to make it happen. He’s like the Hawkeye of hearing stuff.
Elephant Man’s already been done...
It’s an insult to basketballs, is what it is. That’s gratitude for ya.
And the last three will be:
Maybe Ego is literally a huge Captain Ron fan.
“Do pay attention, 007! Now Remember, the subject’s wife is a Soviet agent so keep your hands off her, for God’s sake. This mission is codenamed Operation: SACK OF SHIT.”
He never would have turned out a wrong’un if he’d only kept his original name, Brian McGillicuddy.
The Event Horizon Telescope
Does he do hedges? I don’t like to garden.
Cats and dogs, living together!
FLASH SPOILERS for last night’s episode
If one of those creatures is named “The Hulkster” Univision will NOT be happy...
I thought he was good in Shattered Glass.