Hey guys! We're going to need a Bigger Monitor! What? Channing's already got one? Oh, okay then. How about this one? Vanity Fair called, they're doing a Hottest Hollywood Albinos of 2010! Oh, Amanda's been on the cover twice already? Okay, never mind. Sorry about that; go ahead and continue to Post the Love.
I like to think Peter Stormare knows and loathes niche actor Jason Schwartzman for his indie-alt-pop-rock sense of artistic entitlement, and this video is a document of the perfect dis.
I chose to stick with the AVATAR avatar until the whole Avatar craze passed over (I like to adhere to my little promises to compensate for larger failures), but I'm asking now, please, make it stop!
In my treatment, I wanted to explore the effect of long-term imprisonment on Gordon Gekko's business acumen:
"Gee Mr. Gekko..."
"Call me Gordon."
"Okay...Gordon. I appreciate you taking me under your wing and all, but can you explain why we have to take a shower together?"
"Just close your eyes and think of the shareholders, kid."
But, due to the ravages of age, 30% of Leno's audience have passed away in the last 7 months, 10% never converted to digital, and another 10% will pass away during the Olympics, so viewership will be down 50%, leaving NBC scrambling to find another host sometime later this year. And you can take that to the bank because I'm a genuine psychic!
There was some crazy credit for 30-something ad men back in the 80s. Elliot should have used his plastic to stay at a ritzy hotel. Then he could have someplace nice to shag the Amish Nightmare.
I don't know the Top. Gra.-man personally ^>:"(kind of sad face), but I bet he was at the book & comics store doing research for Predators. Then he could be all like "Hey Robert Rodriguez, did you know in #46 it's revealed that the Predators are allergic to tubers? So maybe they would be afraid of my character's french fries and that way I wouldn't have to die."
I don't know how to break this to Mr. Gabe, but everybody dies, even little Ginger boys; it's inevitable. In fact, this Ginger may die preternaturally because Heaven needs him more than us, he encourages his own murder, or hypertension. Don't think of it as a tragic end, but just another part of the life cycle; it's just nature.
"Don't you Haiti when an awesome disaster hits an impoverished country just when you have a bazillion dollars and some free time on your hands; then right as you're about to charitable deed your way to sainthood, the Scientologists stick their fat fingers all over the place?"
At least it justifies my AVATAR (pictured left). But as soon as it hits #2 in the box-office, I'm going to jump to the Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Lightening Thief bandwagon.
NSFW that man! I know I should have expected an s-bomb when I read this was set to Gwen Stefani, but I'm not done with my first carafe of joe yet and things are still moving slow. No wonder I don't look at this shit during work.
Unfortunately, an advanced degree in Watchmen Studies doesn't pay the bills. Matter of fact, I had to use the front matter of my "Superman Shrugged: Flaccid Blue Phalli as Visual Allegory for Ayn Rand's Rational Self-Interest" as toilet paper the other day.
No wonder you're going out of business, Steadman; your sign is a pallet with the hole for the thumb! Somebody wants yellow ocher, you give them a sweater! Comfortable sure, but no masterpiece.
Avatar is a wonderful movie where a cripple pretends to be a giant blue alien so he can see inside their tree fort, but he fails to save them and then tries to save them again but fails again and instead needs saving because he is the big dragon rider and you should have to pay fucking extra if you have a seizure because you are spazzing out to the best movie ever the Golden Globes proved it!
That would be so sweet!!! To.Grace totally facing off against Predators, and a little mouth comes out of his regular sized mouth! And he puts a baby in Adrian Brody! Oh man!
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