Are Gervais and Merchant the British Happy Madison?
It’s kinda like when you had a family reunion and after the family softball game your Grandma handed out awards to everyone only the awards were just junk she had around her house and you ended up with a neck pillow or a thing of shampoo and conditioner.
Only in this case Hollywood is the Softball Game, The Razzies is your Grandma and the neck pillow is still a neck pillow because no one really cares about it.
Peter Stormare? More like Peter Emohair! Ammirite?!
Yes, you are.
Mainly because it should be “…quit all that squat-thrusting”
P.S. Drunk and Wacthing The Last Dragon.
To tell you the tooth, I think jumping a canine would have been molar appropriate.
How about: “Berry Gordy’s The Karate Kid”?
Sorry, I got confused and started thinking about racism.
“Excellent. Great form. Speaking of great, have you seen the Jeff Dunham show?”
Portlanders are epic cave monsters.
We would probably ditch out on this pizza party for a cooler pizza party you never even heard about.
Someone got told.
Well that can’t be right.
Let’s not let our crazies get the best of us now.
This Academy is strictly for Police.
I nominate Solo with Mario Van Peebles.
1) I’m pretty sure MVP was acting his fuck out.
2) A-Adrien Brody (a fucking oscar!) B-MVP or MarVeePles.
4) $2,228,668 Opening Weekend (Year One money)
6) Based on a Novel. A real fucking novel.
8-10) You could make the case that MVP is the black equivalent to NC but that is a little too insulting to MVP.
I’m pretty sure I’m doing this wrong but I’m fine with that.
What a Bunch of Neden Holes.
The View will be interviewing this movie.
They cropped out the bottom of the photo that showed them touching tips.
Mr. Goodbar with the Taquito in the Employee restroom.
The coffee saw it all happen but his Amish upbringing really added a thrilling twist.
I think you mean the PumKing of HoliDance Cheer.
Three things learned in this trailer:
1) Nobody owns Busta Rhymes
2) Armand Assante has failed. At Everything.
3) Busta Rhymes will steal your fucking baby.
Nothing says “The Holidays” like cold fingers and metal being jammed into you.