I wrote Devon a letter AND HE NEVER WROTE ME BACK.
I wish I could get a tooth shot. That gap did something to me. Something untoward.
Wait a second. Her name is Carol? My name is Carol! And never in all of my decades on this earth has there been a hot, sexy Carol (besides Claudia Schiffer in Love Actually, but she was also a non-threatening mom). I’m sorry, my fellow women, but I’m going to have to score this as a win for Carols everywhere, who heretofore had no one but Horatio Sanz as a reference point in pop culture.
Yes, I am still into Devon Sawa, thank you for asking.
That shirt has a very bad case of static cling.
Umm, Emma Stone? Yes. I would watch her kick Ed Rooney in the face.
Slow down. What?
Hollywood’s always shitting on my dreams.
But who WOULD play 2013 Ferris Bueller? I’m going to be obvious and nominate Britian’s favorite man-child, my boo Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. And Harry Styles as Cameron, because he’s tall and quiet. And then I nominate myself to play Sloane, and when Ferris asks me to marry him in the Stock Exchange, I say yes. Charlie Sheen can still play “guy in police station”.
I don’t really think about my asshole enough to have an opinion about it. I’m pretty my-asshole neutral. Is this a good or a bad thing? Should I have an opinion? (I do, however, hate my skin, because it thinks I’m thirteen years old. Jerkface, literally.)
What’s you novel about? Either of them.
I saw this earlier today and just watched it for 20 minutes and laughed and laughed.
There should be more quotation marks there! I did not say the first paragraph! It was Courtney, I swear!!
As for what’s on the tape, it’s “just me,” she claims, adding that it wasn’t shot too long ago. “I turned 18 in August, so you do the math.”
What math? Is it statutory rape to pleasure yourself before you turn 18? Or, what am I supposed to be adding?
I wish I was Maya Rudolph’s baby. I’d be so cool automatically.
Timmybear, you are my density.
Only instead of spending his money on $950 shot glasses, Franco spends his on ten-dollar words. ZING!!!
Mildly related: Did any of you guys see Jeopardy this week when Alex said he hated Sean Connery? It made me love him a little, and then he did something pretentious and I hated him again.
Just like Professor McGonagall.
Dinosaurs eat man. Women inherit the earth.
Seriously, though, whaaaaat?
I don’t know why that Weasley is surprised he can travel through time. You’re a wizard, kid!
I also liked that he had that salt-and-pepper hair, especially in contrast to that super awful slicked-back style of the earliest seasons. It was like a visual reminder that Michael has become comfortable with himself. He’s not trying so hard, and it works for him.
His “children getting married to each other” line was so classic Michael. I like to imagine that in the car on the way home, Jim turned to Pam and said, “You talked to Michael for a while!!” And she said, “I know! Can you believe it? Who would have thought?”
Ditto Meredith’s PhD program.