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Huzzah! I was also thinking of Doug Martsch at the end. He also seems to have gone through a period of being an old timey weightlifter towards the end.
Will it be in 3D?
Mr. Brooks. All-time favorite. Inspired me to hate Mr. Brooks.
Sounds as good as Rammstein.
Where’s George Zimmerman when you need him?
Someone already said this. I did not make it count.
Do people not realize that Hunter S. Thompson killed himself and Marilyn Monroe died of a drug overdose? Why do people always quote them as authorities on life fulfillment?
Listen, I went to an all-male high school where a sizable portion of the class had an insane obsession with farting as loudly and as often as possible. Then they would laugh devilishly and high-five. And it wasn’t all just natural reactions. This one kid actually taught people in class how to fart by leaning down on your desk and spreading your cheeks. Sadly, I am not even remotely exaggerating. Four years I dealt with this. So, in summation, fuck this kid.
Luck of the Irish Car Bomb
Sky Vodka and the World of Tomorrow
Bridget Jones’ Daiquiri
Harry Potter and the Immigration Order of the Phoenix, Arizona Legislature
The Under Godfather