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I wish I could say the same for myself.
Either. I’m an equal-opportunity hater.
Miracle on 34th Street. That movie blew. Blows. Is blowing.
Sweet November? Because Sweet November.
Look, Sully, I want you to ______ these savages from the inside, I want you to ____ their ____. I need to know how to _____ their ______ or ______ them hard if they won’t.
I usually take my afternoon Ipecac a little later, but this will do.
While he is my boyfriend, he’s been spending a lot of time with the Thai horse lady.
And I am a bit concerned.
I’m nominating (again) GOTH-”I don’t believe in ghosts, but they believe in me”-IKA.
There is also a Crystal Lite joke in there somewhere, but I’ve been painting my nostrils with Liquid Paper all night to figure it out.
Pretty kickass Texas Tuxedo there on Ms. Lauren Adams, though.
I hope the developers included a Wide Set Vagina & Heavy Flow level where you paddle a tampon to prom.
Friendship? I’m not coming.
Ellen DeGeneres can only make long distance calls on a rotary phone.
Ellen DeGeneres embosses her own chocolate bars.
Ellen DeGeneres has an Etsy store.
He’s a cybertimecop. From the Future. His time machine motorcycle breaks down in 1991 on a college campus and he must hide his identity from the students and blend in as best as he can. What they don’t know is that he is malfunctioning because he was en route to get his CPU replaced before he broke down. And now he can’t stop hackeysacking because it was the last thing he learned. And it is hard acting natural when all your circuits can make you do is hackeysack.
Eventually he has to tell someone his secret, and that someone is the girl with the pallor of a store mannequin. They fall in love in the process, she teaches herself time machine motorcycle repair, and they travel to the future together to get his CPU replaced.
The final shot is of a hackey sack frozen in amber on Cybertimecop’s desk.
There is also a sexytime scene, obviously. Just thrown in there.
“Magic everywhere in this bitch.”
ICP just wrote the invitations to my son’s 2nd birthday party.
Love lift you up where you belong.
Good morning, Videogum Gabe.
I am to Gothika as werrtrew is to Amelia.
I’m into it. This may possibly bring me out of lurkdom. You’re all thrilled.
I see you, James Cameron. And you are a pain in the ass.
I think the cast of Jersey Shore could benefit from watching a little Caged Wisdom.
I get it. If I click that link, I’m gonna go blind, aren’t I?
Clearly the prequel to Trash Humpers
I might be there and I’ll be making my avatar’s screamy face the entire time.