When you try this at home, slice the meatballs in half first and lay them down.

My attempts to contact Quentin Tarantino (by going out into my backyard and yelling his name) have so far yielded no results, but if he gets in touch with me to confirm my two-cars-through-a-wormhole theory, I’ll let you know.

CP. Too many miles, too much work for my blood.

...How’d he feel about Hot Fuzz?

Alright, I’m gonna ask.

...alright, yeah, that’s a sweet nickname. 

Even with the Fiction label, this feels all too real.

...Honestly? If you ever get the opportunity, American Samoa’s a nice place to visit. 

...okay, I’m calling your bluff. Why is Gremlins 2 the better movie? I don’t disagree, but I’m interested to hear your reasoning.

...and then he gives an eloquent 2 hour speech.

Warren would be nice, but it’s increasingly looking like Biden. (And, thankfully, not Bloomberg.)

Don’t like a back and forth discussion and instead want to be patted on the back and have your views reinforced? Crawl back to your safe space snowflake.

He’ll just buy himself some better justice.

To give you some idea of how supremely unfitting his sentence is, consider that he was convicted of four capital murder charges (and one attempted murder), in an incident with three dead (and one wounded) cops. There is some logic behind this math, apparently, but at a casual glance I can’t make head or tails of it.

It’s the wealth gap, the generations struggling just to stand still while others moved ahead that is the problem.

This is what happens when women run the world. Same ends, different means. 

It’s a remake of Pale Rider?

One of the hardest things to do in this world is to exist in it.

...Fifth Doctor?

Okay, so you ‘round down’ a little - that’s fine, that’s no sin. You give your age in a comment here, and I extrapolated. It’s standard practice to check up on who I’m conversing with, to avoid giving trolls extra oxygen, but it looks like you walk the talk.