cro44magnum

This song has convinced me that a scalpel is unnecessary when one is attempting to disembowel a garden mole. Geben Sie mir eine gabel, Bitte.

I invented toothpaste. There. Now this song shall one again strike me in the breastplate for being so impudent.

This dirge brings to my mind ulcerous memories of my banal Mischa in her blowzy and fetid glory.

The sinister and ionizing effects of this song has caused my flesh to curdle. I give it a 43 out of 42.783.

I find the gorgeous death knells of the dulcimer in this song to be hideous and mottled with buboes. I give it a 23.487 out of 23.

It warms my heart to know that Justin Timberland is a big hit in far away Spanish-speaking lands.

I haven't seen the whole movie, but I can't believe that every anti-ingenious minute of it isn't more than entertaining enough.

I studied under Sensei Frank for fifteen years humbly learning the most evocative and forceful reaction shots. I currently run two schools in Orange County and one in Poughkeepsie where I enrich the lives of others with the teachings which I was fortunate enough to have received.

Shoot! Shoot him! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot him! Shoot! Shootie shoot shoot him! Shootem shootie shoot! Shootie shoot shootemshootshootemshootieshootemshootshootieshootshootie shootem ! Ahh! Ya got him! Yeah, I got the bastard! Let's go, go! Go! Faster! Go faster! Burnin'! Burnin'! He's on fire! Burnin...

I know my third degree burns and I tell you that nothing burns worse than luke warm tap water.

Samurai cop is pretty tough with his hands, but that dressing down he gave in this video was brutal. His words are his nunchucks.

What a welcomed bout of well-executed comic relief. The rest of the movie is pretty darn intense with all of its high octane excitement that isn't ridiculous at all.

They drink a lot in Hamburg and at night you can skate home in other people's sick.

Female scanners' scanning sounds are higher pitched and more feminine.

I know my gay shoe clerks and I'm telling you that this one was simultaneously happy and homosexual!

Why were these Victorian women covered from head to toe whilst bathing whence no men were about? Come on, mamas! Let's see some of that hot, smokin' sassafrass!

How I would wow these simple, skating ladies and gentleman of long ago with my advanced knowledge of the workings, the whys, and the wherefores of the modern world. What a superior and godlike creature I would seem them.

I never knew what reverence was before 3:00. Andy Kaufman knows who his hero is.

Those of us who are Nimoy addicts already knew that Spock's got himself a real gritty, wrong-side-of-the-tracks side. We know about all of the pain he's pumped while that big wheel kept on toinin'.

Andy was the luckiest man on Earth to have the great privilege of putting his captive audiences through those convincing and tortuous little bits.

What pile drives me to the floor, broken, beyond repair, and unable to get up is the fact that they pushed the cannon all of the way to the top of the mountain and were unable to fire it--because THEY HAD NO CANNONBALL!!

@pipesrussell If Andy was still alive, he would have regretted ever having trusted you.