I, like Elvis, love to eat mine together. Wait another minute for the Great Banana Outbreak of 2010.
Don’t these arses understand that tainted peanut butter is still waaay more dangerous? On a daily basis, lung cancer kills a lot more people than swine flu. Check the body count, a-holes.
All pandemic epidemics aside, I’ve seen the leaked version and I’m still going back to the theater to see Wolverine. It’s been a laugher seeing Jackman keep the buzz up lamenting the most obviously planned leak by Marvel, but Schreiber’s Sabretooth more than makes up for HJ’s tall tales cuz the real Logan’s shorter than Johnny Mic.
Sabretooth’s awhsum, retahds!
UPDATE: I didn’t get to the theater to see Wolverine. JM is a big fan of the Marvel-Disney merger with an emphasis on inter-generational brand transmission and a revisit to animation (definitely 3D) in the works.
A beautiful soul, one of the great big women to ever play the game.
This morning I saw Diane Sawyer ask one of the surviving Golden Girls to do an impression of Bea over the phone. Shut up, Diane.
The Degenerents number over 1,000,000 and growing…Now let’s move some t-shirts!
My nipples are hard just thinking about it. The Boston Garden always worked fine for the fans. The soon to be rebranded TD Bank ought to give the fans what they want. Oh right, we want boobies.
Did anybody in Mass. really believe that Herr Leno’s new 10PM show wasn’t going to be carried by Channel 7? In case you didn’t know it, this lame meme was brought to you by Channel 7 and those spunky innovators at NBC.
Mass. citizenry ought to be outraged at the godawful local coverage wasted on this manufactured-by-the-industry non-story. That said, I’m happy to pile on. Watching this one play out was like watching a sad cow lay down to die. Not you Jay, the news.
1952-2009
Hasn’t Bill Maher ever watched Star Trek?
Dude, somebody oughtta explain to our favorite skeptic that if I were an extra-dimensional, super-intelligent gelatinous cosmic cube I would most definitely break off a piece of myself to become part of the dominant species on the planet I was visiting. I’m also so cool, I’m going to hang out with myself afterwards. My super cool human host will most undoubtedly be killed by the haters, but that’s no problem, we rule. I’m a cosmic cube hanging out with myself who is my son?
Whoa…Trippy.
Happy Easter!
Rule of thumb for when Ben Linus turns up: if you can get out of there and go fix the plane, you should go fix the plane. Good thinking, Frank, mainly because the only number higher than Ben’s IQ is his body count. He is, as Basher would say, a proper villain – just ask those guys with the boat…Supernatural forces at work or not…do we really believe he’s going to play second banana from here on out? Yah right bub!
