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I can’t really decide what’s worse: doing this to a baby, or doing the JonBenet Ramsey pageant thing where your toddler looks like a Maybelline spokesmodel.
Look, I happen to be female. Downvote me if you will, but this is not the demeanor of a woman who is getting some. Of course, since her husband has to share a bed with a sociopath, perhaps there’s a reason to this, but…
I understand everything now: she just needs to get porked rotten, and she will ease up. I have a feeling her husband isn’t delivering the goods.
It’s nice to see that he put some thought and consideration into the art direction / cinematography of this latest rant. The shadow of the fence on his face made it particularly poignant.
Yeah, uh, isn’t this the same guy who sang in a plaintive, beleaguered way, “Why can’t we just be sober?”
Because we’re getting shitfaced and snonkered on your Arizona hooch, Maynard.
I like how he says “I think that’s about all I have to say” and we’re not even at the halfway mark.
Seems like a polite young woman.
This looks like rubbish. Now, “Halloween 3: Season of the Witch” rocked ass on this in every single way, and it was all about Halloween masks full of insects that ate kids’ heads on Halloween night.
Not quite…though I am a huge KISS fan, and caught Ace Frehley’s post-encore sweaty towel after a solo gig two years ago, and have yet to wash it. I sleep with it every night, like Linus with his security blankie.
You win! How’d you know?
A few months ago, I watched (while steadily drinking) a few episodes of “Chaotic” online, and this girl is seriously vulnerable, lonely, needy, and in desperate need of real people around her.
…actually, maybe not. Maybe buying a farm and doing farm things on that farm would help her out immensely.
My point exactly (you were just a bit more succinct).
Nice to know people still focus their energy on Things That Matter. In my city, we had a bus strike for FOUR MONTHS. People stroked their (big) chins and said, “Wow, this sucks,” shrugged, lost their jobs due to no transportation, and 200 people showed up for a rally. 200 people, in a city of 3 million.
Guns N’ Roses once cancelled their concert, and my city rioted. Our team lost the Stanley Cup one year, and my city rioted. Smashed windows, looting, overturned cars…the usual riot stuff.
Guess which city I’m from.
This poor kid needs a serious ginger beer to calm the fuck down.
George Lopez: 100% twat.
Here’s Olbermann’s succinct response, nicely summing up how most of us feel:
A poignant tune, melancholy almost…could be the soundtrack for all those suicidal “Avatar” kids.
You making it through this illegally awful mess of a movie makes up for at least half a year’s worth of Taking One For The Team. I silently bow to you in reverence, awe, and then you get a sympathetic hug.
Perhaps the best-looking group of monsters anyone will ever see.
I thought there were four members of Sonic Youth.
Okay, so, due to geographical challenges, I couldn’t make it out tonight (though I wonder how many people were so shy they wouldn’t attend), but next year? If you all happen to be here in Central America? Rice and beans!! Together! All day, every day!
The time Britney’s mike picked up her saying “Mah pussy’s hangin’ out of my shorts!” during a concert didn’t make it as a catchphrase this decade, but we still have 17 days left…
They may very well have raised money WITH apartheid. Cut me some slack; I’m explaining my language six days a week to foreigners, I’m allowed to be lazy and inebriated on my one day off. At any rate, tears are still not enough. They really aren’t.
As Northern Lights–the Canadian supergroup who came together to record a single to raise money for apartheid, much like USA For Africa did–sang in 1985, “We can bridge the distance / Only we can make the difference / Don’t you know that tears are not enough?”
In my mind, this applies to all of us. It’s probably the Nicaraguan hooch talking, though. (I’m currently in Central America)
“Doggy do’s and doggy don’ts, doggy wills and doggy won’ts” is one of the greatest lines on the show (from a song that wasn’t even sung by Bret and Jemaine). Mind you, every single lyric in “Business Time” comes extremely close.