So here come two words for you...Sidney. Relax, have a cream soda.
I see your schwartz is as big as mine. Now let's see how you handle it.Mine's bigger.
I was thinking about watching this one soon.7's the key number here. Think about it. 7-Elevens. 7 dwarves. 7, man, that's the number. 7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea. It's like you're dreamin' about Gorgonzola cheese when it's clearly Brie time, baby. Step into my office.
Is that the new Green Day?What came first?
The music or the misery?
People worry about kids playing with guns or watching violent videos ... some sort of culture of violence will take them over but nobody cares about kids listening to thousands. Literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery, and loss.
Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
You keep using that word- I do not think it means what you thinks it means."Inconceivable!"
Big Boo-TAYOsaurus said:Shut up, Big-booty, you coward. You are the weakest individual I ever know.
Mrs. O saw it at church camp back in the dayDammit I love that movie.
Need to watch it with the kids (who will probably hate it)
High Anxiety?(Being strangled) Jhee jheee jheeee jheee...
- ... I'm not going to listen to anymore of this I've haaaaad just about enough.
- What are you wearing?
(Attacker being pushed onto jagged piece of glass) Aghh aghhhh AGGHHHHHHHHHHH....
- Jeans? You're wearing jeans? I bet they're tight.
Vicky. Victoria. Its me Richard.
- You, you are an... ANIMAL!
- Richard? Ri.. Rich, Richard, Richard no. RICHARD! Richard, Richard, I know. I know it was you
One Rarebit Stew, coming right up.....Follow, but follow only if you are men of valor, for the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived. Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair. So, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.
Tim: There he is!
King Arthur: Where?
Tim: There!
King Arthur: What? Behind the rabbit?
Tim: It *is* the rabbit!
King Arthur: You silly sod!
Tim: What?
King Arthur: You got us all worked up!
Tim: Well, that's no ordinary rabbit.
King Arthur: Ohh.
Tim: That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!
Sir Robin: You ###! I soiled my armor I was so scared!
Tim: Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsN40iv5nzgI like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to overlook things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he's holding her... it's almost... filthy. I mean, he's about to kiss her and she's pulling away. The way the legs sort of smashed up against her... Phew... Look how he's painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and its sort of touching him about here. It's really... pretty torrid, don't you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they're all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally... erect.
Nigel Tufnel: You can't really dust for vomit.When asked what happened to their first drummer.
David St. Hubbins: He died in a bizarre gardening accident…
Nigel Tufnel: Authorities said… best leave it… unsolved.
Marty DiBergi: And what happened to Stumpy Joe?
Derek Smalls: It’s not a very pleasant story. But uh, he died. He choked on uh, the official explanation was he choked on vomit.
Nigel Tufnel: It was actually. It was actually someone else’s vomit.