Think clean thoughts, chums.
Yawantpancakes?
yawantpancakes
The Bat-suits are 70% codpiece and 25% nipple.
What are you talking about? It’s still the era of coke-head studio executive films.
Everyday is Spider-Man Day.*
I know what he’s doing. We all know what he’s doing. Doubling and tripling down on a tasteless joke. But as a comedian, he’s forgetting to read the room.
No time to read the comments. But if I had to guess what they look like, I figure is 70% snark, 30% “#notallstarwarsfans”.
I don’t believe your Pappy
Halloween... is a...movie
I’m just sittin’ right, in my class at a quarter to ten right?
Waiting patiently for the class to begin right?
Teacher says “open up your texts, you! read the first paragraph on
Oral sex!”
I said “Oral sex!, what kind of class is this?!”
The girl next to me said “whats wrong with you man?, this is a lesson that
Makes you…
The Secret Invasion comics were peak Bendis. Great idea, terrible execution with a whimper of an ending. Seven (or was it eight?) issues of talking heads and a battle that was only a few pages long.
It’s not dementia. He’s always been a stupid fuck. It’s just now he’s an old man who really doesn’t give a fuck. Mix that with his privilege, narcissism, his bloated sense of self-importance and there you go.
Tripping over words is the least of his many, many, many, many problems.
They came for the pancakes. And I killed them all.
Too little, too late. The crazies are already loose.
There were many...implications... on this episode.
Asking for the ghost of E. Buzz Miller.
I’m not even gonna shit on this. This was a cool thing to do.
Kinja is fucked up, man.