The Institute for Black Karate one kinda looks like the cover of California by Mr. Bungle. Welp that's it see ya later.

If David Cronenberg designed your body you'd just be a giant, gooey vagina.

*Rapidly begins search for JLD's publicist's email address with great new idea*

Lex Luther is bald as a baby's bottom, but this kid Eisenberg? He's only as bald as a, I don't know, big dumb tennis ball.

But the thing has a mind of it's own.

"Flicka" from the first season convinced me they could make a convincing melodrama and/or psychological thriller even though it's entirely about a guy flicking another guy's nose.

We should say "like" for movies like this and "like like" for really good movies.

Said it once and I'll say it again: this Warren Buffet guy is a fantastic up-and-comer in Hollyweird.

In Michigan, On his butthole, With my butthole.

If we're being completely honest here, I've had dreams where I kiss my brother.

With "Daddy can I have some sau-sa-ges?" playing on repeat. It's terrifying.

I've always thought that, besides being racist, lazy use of linguistic techniques is the worst thing about racists.

They were pretty rowdy + very drunk when I saw them. I'd anticipate the same regardless of venue.

Me too. Lucerowns, is what I call them since just now.

If I had a nickel for every time I've been propositioned a penetration test on a Conflicker clone in exchange for goods from someone's Amazon wish list by a guy named BonerTime I'd have… wait what?

Because if they weren't geriatrics they couldn't say hilarious things like "uh… in English, please?" when some youngster in the tech division says the word "firewall."

I give him a generous One Percent chance.

That kid looks like he would laugh like Butthead after that dog-fucking quip.

No AC, huh? Real cool, I bet you don't even own a non-broken TV. UGH.

The 3 Ninjas franchise took such a weird turn. I've never seen any of these installments.