Last time watching Carrie, turned it off just before pig blood bucket drop; let that poor put-upon gal have a nice night as the prom queen…

No one was there to catch them when they fell.

Somewhere out there on that horizon, out beyond the neon lights…

Southern Comfort is packed with that fine Waltery Hilly goodness as well…

First time seeing this one in days of youth, I remember being extremely disappointed when Cyrus got shot; really got all primed to see the movie he was describing, so what followed wasn't close to the epic that the NYC gangs/cops carnage speech conjured in my noggin'.

I think college administrators should encourage students to urinate on walls and bushes, because then when students from another college come sniffing around, they'll know this is someone else's territory…

Be sure to enjoy the Charles Whitman Sampler and The Love Song of Omar Seddique Mateen then.

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What kind of Utopian pipe dreams are these Purge flicks peddling here?
One day a year sounds pretty good compared to reality and the 24/7/365-all-purge-all-the-time world we live in…

…but at least their personal hygiene is beyond reproach.

"The Duke? The Duke of New York, A-Number-1, the Big Man, that's who!"

I guess more bad things have been done in the name of progress than any other. I myself have been guilty of this. When I was a teenager, I stole a car and drove it out into the desert and set it on fire. When the police showed up, I just shrugged and said, "Hey, progress." Boy, did I have a lot to learn…

One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh, no," I said. "Disneyland burned down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down, he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to…

For those who may want to read the original delightful short stories:
Vacation ‘58 & Christmas ‘59
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http://www.clarkgriswoldcol…

"…Muslins in New Jersey…"
What of the Linens in New York ?

Advanced fire walkers squat, gingerly pick up hot coals with butt-cheeks, and crab-walk waddle to the other end before releasing clenched buttocks and depositing the glowing gifts of growth in a golden toilet of possibility, with throbbing burn of bum-bum reminding them to believe, achieve and seize the scars of…

Well… no shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian? Private Joker? I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister…

The tale unspools so deliciously mannered and measured, that tightly woven tapestry of melancholia and humor envelops an engaged viewer.
Why yes Lord Bullingdon, i have received satisfaction.

After that splash, Kanye's left with a rash.
Her ass writes checks that his dick can't cash.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my shock collar to the cold and damp…