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The disadvantage of living in a non-arts-heavy city means I’ll have to wait until it makes its wide release. Black Swan got people here so pumped that there were outbursts of applause during the girl-on-girl. I can only gather that it was their reaction to the ineffable cinematic beauty and cultural profoundness we rarely see here. I really see no other explanation.
I’ll second that. I was in meetings/busy all day yesterday, but I still made sure to find time to read all of her posts. Nightmare guest blogging was more important than being a good employee.
Also, welcome, Brad!
Do they sell shortbread? Ah nevermind, I’ll take a small coffee. You better not short change me though.
It was also a tiny bit belittling, but that’s just a small matter. I can overlook it.
A frequent conversation my roommate has with me centers around how he will show his future kids the old movies and TV shows first before the newer stuff. I can’t help but agree, but then I think that perhaps it’s nostalgia that’s really laying the foundation for his love of these things, rather than any true quality of writing.
Sure, he should show his kids good old movies like Star Wars, but making them relive all facets of his childhood would be more like making carbon-copy kids than well-versed ones because “the shows these days just aren’t as good.” I’m talking more cartoons than Star Wars here.
If nothing else, though, he’ll avoid accidently showing them porn.
Música de Tron: Legado! Bailamos!
Nacho, nacho, burrito!
Can you blame him for his pent up anger. I mean, his girlfriend…woof!
“I just love babies. I love their creepy little hands and the way they crawl fast like a rat monster.”
“There really is a tremendous amount of quivering.”
When Annie performed her sexual moves as Hector the Well-Endowed, I read her lips saying, “I pull out my huge member,” but my brain only received “FuhThump!”
I’ve been made successfully moist.
The blue screen is to seamlessly transport them to your wildest fantasy location.
Moist maker on the moon? you got it!
Moist maker in a dairy farm? you got it!
Moist maker in Mordor? you got it!
viva la dance dance revolucion
She purposely wore those deceptive pink shoes of destruction. A baby-blue machete would be far less threatening, inviting even.
Their looks of self-satisfied delight are enough. I’m set for the day.
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That’s the beauty of science, it changes with new evidence. Who knows? In ten years Bill O’Reilly’s weekly insights may drastically skew towards himself being God. At that point, it will be necessary to reevaluate and conclude he is a massive hyper-douche-asshole.
Your point stands, lawblog. Science is power!
And 25 cents to Bachelor Party, inflation and whatnot.
I’m curious about Mark Wahlberg’s secret sauce.
A minute too late…you bested me.
He probably stumbled across this idea after it dawned on him that his own marriage was being trumped by the tender hearts vying for legal gay marriage. “Those damn gays, trying to be legally tender,” he thought.
I’d eat that in the blink of an eye.