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Yeah. I thought that tree demon was kinda goofy…UNTIL THE WERE TRAPPED IN A DARK BASEMENT WITH IT!
Sadly, with science helping impregnate women over 60 I assume the story will eventually turn into “Bitter old spinster crone Jennifer spends her millions on test tube baby.” or something equally garbage.
I assumed it was fake because I thought, “If your terrible prank goes so poorly why would you put it on the internet?” But then I remembered, people, so….
GABEDAY is what I thought we were calling Gabe’s false flag event, I mean plane crash anniversary, so this goes pretty deep.
No, but I hear Hopper Wright-Penn spits like hot fire.
If he set out to definitively prove what is REAL and what is MAGIC he failed: he was within ten feet of Aaron Paul and never told us if his ability to project soulful bedroom eyes is just his real burden in life or if it is some hocus pocus he learned from the devil to make us love him. Not satisfied, 3/10 stars.
Well, I feel like the 90′s were kind of easy for them. I mean, a) you could still sell magazines and b) your list of super famouses would basically be the cast of Ocean’s 11 plus a few other guys who’s face on the cover always sold magazines. I can’t imagine anyone under 50 today actually purchasing a magazine they weren’t specifically subscribing to, let alone one that was basically a special edition listicle of hotties.
This is so absurd it could basically be a Superego Family Feud sketch.
I am actually a frequent defender of the batvoice (as though it is some kind of serious position?). You’ve got a guy who, sure he trained with the League of Shadows and has billion dollar gadgets, but at the end of the day is just a regular person. I find the batvoice a really humanizing and subtle element to the whole thing (along with the terrible interrogation skills) because honestly if any one of us won the lottery or something and decided to become a masked vigilante the first time we had to speak en masque and realized we couldn’t use our real voice? That is exactly the voice we would do. I would 100% do a terrible, gruff as possible voice. (Am I taking this too seriously?)
I’m generally not a big fan of fridging female characters, but I really hope what they are doing with Katrina is that to stop headless they have to send her spirit to witch heaven and never see her again in the present day because I’m not really a fan of an Ichabaod/Abbie/Katrina/FriendzonedHorsemen love jumble.
I love how much everyone just loves Abbie. To quote classic cinema, “What’s with this chick, she got beer flavored nipples?”
Anyway, does anyone else think there is a future plot twist ahead where the “two witnesses” are actually Abbie and Jenny? I mean, it would make sense for a demon to try and fuck with the two witnesses while they’re kids, and that they would be two people related to each other. It makes less sense that it would be one person he tried to fuck with while she was a kid and also a guy who woke up from a 200 year nap who should have actually been dead except that married a witch, yes? (Or, in true Buffy multiple-slayer style; every generation with an apocalypse attempt creates two witnesses and back in the Revolution Ichabod was one of them, but then Abbie and Jenny became the new two witnesses, but then Ichabod wasn;t dead just sleeping so he woke up and now we have an extra witness.)
If you do find it, you have to tell me.
Back in the late 90′s (before the memes and the youtube) there was a message board for groupies on the internet that had a corresponding “penis board” which was basically a list of a zillion rock stars and their penis sizes and bedroom proclivities, complied by the mod of this board which she claimed were either her own opinions or came from more than one groupie whom she had vetted as being honest and true in her knowledge. It was enlightening. I don’t know how the hell we found it (I kind of remember hearing about it on TV? But I don’t know where you would hear that on TV? HBO?)
Every once in a while I try and find that thing, for the lols if you will, and it’s lost to the sands of the internet.
Thank you, you saved me from one of my many indignities.
(Not at) The Beach
Do I dare google “slept with Leonardo DiCaprio” on my office computer? It’s a question I struggle with more than you think.
How I Settled for Your Dad
I saw Nebraska at a film festival about a month ago and I cannot recommend people see it enough. I was a little worried because the trailer is cut to try and make it seems like faux-hipster quirky, but since that is how 98% of all indie-ish movie trailers are cut no matter what I went for it (for Bob Odenkirk, hubba hubba) and it couldn’t be more unlike that. It was very funny and very sad, but it wasn’t forcing you to laugh or feel sad at all and the pacing was perfect and the acting was also very good. A++.
So, that was long but anyway, good movie.
Funnily enough, Joaquin’s motto right now seems to be, “I get older, they stay the same age…” Maybe they both made a wish during the same lightning storm.
Please just drop an engagement contract in my dropbox. (Hey-yo!)
The public marriage proposal is basically the most romantic-seeming version of gaslighting. AKA, it’s garbage.
The world should not surprise me, but it does every day. SERIOUSLY???
Seven people are picked to live in a house for three months. After a month they go on a day trip, each having gotten an invitation from a mysterious source to an old mansion. While they are at the mansion, one of them is murdered, and they’re not allowed to leave until they find the killer. Also, they cancel the show and just show Clue every week instead.
I really appreciate the audacity of this show, a show where every person in your high school history book is also a demon apocalypse fighting, code-breaking free mason who all knew the same infantryman, in correcting so much inaccurate history for us and getting it right.
Johnny Drama isn’t based on Donnie Wahlburg, but some other guy???
I did not get the point of Entourage at all, apparently. It was my Twin Peaks.