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I told her you would be a shitty giggolo.

It's okay. He knows. He knows. <3

Why, did it sound like an elephant stampede?

You taught her to lap dance? At that age?!

That's interesting. Wilder's smarmy Wonka has a subtlety that Depp's Wonka can't really touch, but Depp's Wonka has slightly more range, mostly because Wilder is so eerily even throughout the performance that the time he melts down near the end is shocking. Also, never listen to the writer.

Game on, brah.....

Thanks for the tag, bro. So.... what were you all talking about again?

Wut?

The ending got a little absurd, but it was a feel good movie that still made it worth watching.

You know... The real Kenworth had a bus pass. Might want to keep that in mind while you're faking his account.

I drink Blue Moon all the time. So do my old ass friends.

This would be a perfect example of how people mistakenly apply aesthetic parameters to economic forces. It's one thing to say that shutting down established brewery operations because of Prohibition changed the kind of beer that was produced, and another entirely different thing to say that Prohibition changed how people appraised or appreciated beer.

There's plenty crazy about it. It's utter idiocy to consider that consumer demand can ruin a mechanism that's entire purpose is to serve it.

Joking aside, I don't particularly find those acts as truly heinous as, some of the one hit wonders that filled in the gaps. Still, there is no denying that Chris was more talented than his contemporaries and his work ranks up there with the best rock acts of all time. All you need to know is that the name Chris Cornell meant something in the same way Kurt Cobain did when it comes to musical innovators. I'm starting to wonder why I haven't heard from the Gallagher Brothers as of late....

Good point. I'd assume you were a jizz mopper.

Saw this late last night, but was too shocked to say anything. I wasn't a Soundgarden fan, but they were ever present throughout my HS days so it's impossible to not have them a part of the sound track of my life.

I meant you look like an ashtray, thus you smell like one. She doesn't smell like smoke.

Lol. No one goes near you. You smell like an ashtray.

We're not his friends.

I've had the same chiropractor for twenty years, and he doesn't offer that kind of information.

I KNEW IT! It's a mother fucking trap.

But that was 30 years ago.

How do you know so much about your chiropractor? You fucking creeping in his bushes?

You're the Westpark of fake URLs.