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I was a camp counselor earlier this summer (an experience that would have been made a lot more tolerable with a few Gabetinis), and one of the little girls in my cabin told me that her rich aunt hired Outkast to perform at her wedding. I kind of lost respect for Outkast after that, but Big Boi just earned it back by having penguin buddies.
Nikola Tesla had that shit figured out well before 1981. Nikola Tesla had all his shit figured out well before anyone else.
Thomas Edison is a fucking douche.
I’ve seen a lot of “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” remakes, and this is definitely the best. My, the painstaking replication of Steve Perry’s checkerboard tee! Best Journey-related video is “Steve Perry upset.” He trash talks some guy who threw a beer bottle at guitarist Neal Schon. They were having a homosexual affair behind the scenes.
Pretty much any cast member from “Friends” equals the kiss of death for a movie.
May I suggest “Black Book” for a future installment of “The Hunt For The Worst Movie Of All Time?” It’s basically an erotic sob story of a young Jew girl during WWII who falls in love with a Nazi she’s supposed to be seducing to help the resistance. They make a big deal about said girl dying her pubes blond so she can be Aryan enough for her Nazi man. But he still figures it out in the seduction scene, and he’s all like “Are you a Jew?” And she makes him grab her boobs, and says urgently, “Are these Jewish? Are these Jewish?” Then there’s the whole subplot where a doctor is importing chocolate and insulin from the British. By the end of the movie, Hot Nazi is dead and everyone else, even her resistance friends, want to kill her. The doctor shoots her up with a ton of insulin, and she’s dying, but thankfully, since the British always airlift chocolate and insulin together, she is able to discover a chocolate bar in the doctor’s office and she stuffs her face, recovers, and escapes. Ta-dah!
Sweet Baby Moses! It was so distracting. I do a lot of design for my high school newspaper, which makes me like 2 percent qualified to comment on aesthetics, but, seriously, I wanted to scream every time I saw it. It was honestly the worst part of the movie for me.




















The day after Thanksgiving, I went to Steak N’ Shake with my friends at 1 a.m. Right after we finished, the Insane Clown Posse tour bus pulled up and they came in with a bunch of Juggalos. Can’t make this shit up.