…it matters to a certain stunted defective contingent, i suppose.

…marvel at the lying billionaire rapist future President deflect by haranguing our future not to be Madam President for having a sex addict husband.

Sadly, no exception.
Cirque de Soleil is loaded with man-animal,
and if nature calls when they're spinning and tumbling,
they don't stop the show to find a bathroom.

…et la terre est mort en criant.

"Secret Agent? On whose side?"

Tic Tac
paddywack
nick that
sick sack
dick attack

There is nothing to fear from these colorful creatures.

Silly rabbit hole.
Matrix is for kids.

I am looking forward to seeing this one, but since it's a year and a half away, also don't mind minimal news.
Any one else feel like excessive pre-release chatter makes these things less fun than they could be?

…or a Congress.

I can envision a Joker with tattoos, but not like this bozo.

…for another 20 minutes even.

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”

That's just the kind of blowhole troll yokoyes is.
Besides being a self pitying yellow snowflake who thinks he is cleverer than he is, yokoyes also likes to pick on regulars who share personal stories.

While it is true that I have urinated in your cola beverage, I did not do so in jest.
I was motivated by a deep and abiding hatred that only burns stronger, which is why I have also defecated upon your tuna salad sandwich and ejaculated in your espresso.

Babies packed with dope 'n pistols should only be sold at church swap meets.

Is that Riddley Walker talkin' here?

…bunt don youv kno haw badd dem Revengas Too moovee wuz? hewillteelu agin n agin 4 yor comprinshun,
cuz bVs rulez, an hee kno beter bout itt.

Eat tish, feather mucking sock cutter Death.

Maybe when Reggie ever finally does get The Tall Man…