Woof. Did not mean for it to show up like that.
Here is an existentialist reading of Friday that turns it into a masterpiece.
I hate failed proposal videos. They’re not funny and they make me feel terrible inside.
Not to mention atheists/deists.
I’ll support this under the pretense that there is an axe-murderer in the maze like in Club Dread.
Lower Atmosphere Trek
His name is my name, too!
The worst part is that just by her, fucking Gwyneth Paltrow, holding it, the price of that particular guitar probably went up a few thousand bucks.
So really, the British guy that plays Grimes gets to ride in his own Lori again?
Saving Private Ryan’s Seat
You know what, I’ll just leave this here, and let you do with it what you will! Mmkay?
“Is there a ghost-shaped silly bandz in our house?” – Silly Bandz of Horses
I’m going to ignore the fact that I have to share my 21st birthday with this atrocity. I’ll be too hammered to recognize it’s release, thank goodness.
But seriously, is this just one big circlejerk for him? Like, is it just going to be people singing his praises for two hours? What’s the point? Why would anybody who doesn’t already fanatically agree with what they say want to see such a movie?
Needless to say, I look forward to Frost/Bieber
Don’t Tread On Me!
A Glenn Beck Novel.
Was he talking? I was watching his lazy eye the entire time and seeing how far it could roll before he’d catch it.
Throw This Movie In A Big Two-Hearted River
Here, let me use it in a sentence.
“This song makes me want to bash my head in.”
I just invented a new word. It’s a portmanteau of smash and bang.
Bash. I can’t believe that word didn’t exist until right this very second, you guys!