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Nope, nope, it was Ben (with whom Beverly later ends up as an adult) who was way hung, Bill who was the best lover (????forever), and the Jewish kid who couldn't finish…the one who committed suicide rather than face IT again in adulthood.

I am an Old, and I believe you can actually, literally trace Millennials' fear of clowns to the IT television miniseries. They were children when it aired, and for most of them it was their first taste of Tim Curry.
Seriously, people of a certain age identify Tim Curry with Pennywise, rather than with Dr.

"No. 2 made me shit myself!"

I have been announcing to anyone who cares* that this movie has two strikes against it already, one of which was its rumored PG-13 rating,** and that I would not be making the effort to see it.
Now that we're looking at an R, I miiiight be persuaded to seek it out.
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*That would be no one. No one at all.
**Strike One

I swear to God they play jokes on people.
I mean, obviously a cat's sense of humor is gonna be different from a human's. But I've had cats—more than one, at different times—who seemed to get enjoyment out of doing…just weird stuff, apparently just to see the humans' reactions.
They don't laugh out loud the way humans

Those things are enormous. I mean, Maine Coons are pretty damn big, but the NWFs look terrifying.

Raccoons are utter, utter bastards.

" radiating toward the closest food source and putting up with the surroundings as a means of getting said food"
Rats, mice, cockroaches and a host of other vermin do exactly this, but we don't refer to those species as "domesticated."
I think with cats, their species and ours "domesticated" each other…First we

I've recently read that as well. Cats meow at us to interact with us. They only vocalize to one another when they're very angry/frightened, or they want to fuck.

Did you see the other side? Those foxes who'd had the "domesticability" bred OUT of them?
Man, I thought dingoes were terrifying…

My childhood cat learned to ring the doorbell to get the door to open.
Since he couldn't possibly have associated that button-thing by the door outside with the ringing noise that occasionally came from the walls inside, I figure he must've observed people pressing that button—and then the door opening—while he was

Jeff the cat has sadly left us, but I find that Jeff's website, What Jeff Killed, is still up and running:
http://whatjeffkilled.com/

I'm pretty sure that was the gizzard, which is mighty mighty tough and probably too much of a challenge for your cat's jaws.
The rest of the boid? Cat ate it. Bones. Feet. Beak. I've seen 'em do it.

The fourth season is crap. The final episode has bits of corn scattered through it. It is literally the worst television I ever sat through.

And having his photos endlessly juxtaposed with photos of some cute mammal, probably a rodent.

It's a fair-to-good potboiler of a novel. The ship's log chapter is my favorite—it is severely creepy and IMO could stand on its own as a short story.

It was really exciting, until he confronted those two teenage muggers and didn't kill the boy and rape the girl.
Or he could have done it the other way around. I don't care. Point is, that scene destroyed the credibility of "Hyde" for me. If TV network constraints/public perception prevented them from letting Hyde

People need those pockets. People need all the pockets they can GET.

Screw you, they were the only band that mattered!

Agree with everything except Combat Rock, which is mostly dregs IYAM.