I worked as a dishwasher in multiple restaurants when I was a teenager and noted that the really hotshit, pro short-order cooks could suck a cigarette down with frightening speed between orders.
He got caught because he was taking too long cueing up his Nilsson record to provide the proper getaway music.
Did he hit the pretentious name lottery, or what? Maybe he really is a hipster.
Most of my family is there.
I love it.
It's the perfect balance between creepy kitsch and haunting reverence, which would suit me fine if I was looking for a place to inter my cremains - but I have plans to be eaten by timber wolves.
I was pleased to note that there was a scene where the scream would've fit right in on The Avengers, then was annoyed that I actually noticed that.
I guess it's just that every time I hear it, it's yet another, even subtler reminder of how unimaginative film makers have become.
To anyone dumb enough to actually like Sarah Palin, it would appear that she had 'won', as she would speak in stupid barnyard platitudes while Obama would sound like 'some snooty college boy'.
It's giving her entirely too much credit. The best thing any serious politician can do is to simply ignore her and similar conservative ignoramuses.
It would - however - be funnier than shit. I would be there ringside with a giant sack of pork rinds and the 40 oz of the cheapest swill they'd inevitably have on tap and wallow in stupid like a contented hog.
Almost as good as Dragon Ball Z Meets Anne Frank:
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