He married a much older lady and the last I read they were on opposite sides of a lawsuit about PlayFood! I wish the internet would tell me how that story ended, it was AMAZING.
The Help was a pretty terrible book, but whatshername the author did a good job conveying the dangerousness of the (made-up) project and the fear the (fictional) maids felt about participating in it. Reading it, I was alternately totally annoyed and totally stressed out by their stress.
The trailer makes the movie look like a kooky little comedy about, I don't know, how to write a Trauma-Rama novel for Southern White Ladies. Will that make more people want to see it? Yes? "More people" are gross, just like this movie? Okay.
A half-hour of Clarissa helps the "unemployed, broke, and depressed" reality-medicine go down. The present is horrible. The future is bleak. When I was 10, it wasn't. It's nice to be reminded of a time when the country was waging one war the Middle East and the weight of the world had only just begun to rest on my little shoulders.
I'd like to remind everyone of the immortal decree of Patton Oswalt: you get a birthday party through the age of 10, after which you are allowed to celebrate 16, 18, 21, and thereafter exclusively the changing of the decades. Anything beyond that is childish and tacky.
The other 10 percent are my parents, one of whom did at one time sell drugs, though never to Charlie Sheen.
Sorry everyone. Just, sorry. I erase it from their DVR whenever possible and remind them of his terrible behavior at every opportunity, but there's only so much one person can do.
Rachel did completely and 100 percent reclaim and OWN that Katy Perry song. Especially considering she was singing it to, for, and by herself. She's much more tolerable a character when she's making those
"overcoming the suffering" faces in the mirror.
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