Jingus

Or maybe she's just a prude and would've complained even if Orlando Bloom had waggled it at her. If she's right, then he was constantly walking around naked with ALL the windows wide open. It would be hard not to see him, sooner or later. Nah, I ain't buying it. What you said would apply to pedos attracted to girls just as much as the ones who dig boys. And yes, the priests have greater access to boys than girls, but that's hardly enough reason for a pervert to devote his entire life to the cloth. It'd be WAY easier and more cost effective for him to become a Cub Scout leader or something.

::closes IMDB window:: Man, I just feel embarassed that I never realized that the black dude from Devil's Rejects and now this was the lead hero in the original Dawn of the Dead. Maybe because he still looks like, well, not his natural 59 years.

Hmmm. I've gotten fatter again here recently. If I got just the right pushup bra...

Maybe he's doing nekkid jumping jacks in front of a giant floor-to-ceiling window that directly faces her house. But that's part of my question, why are most of the molesting priests gay? Why not more straight priests?

Well, he didn't scream like a meth addict while he was in WCW, so obviously someone in TNA told him to change his style.

Whoa, whooooa, let's not go TOO far now.

So, basically this story boils down to "nobody hurt in minor car wreck involving no one you've ever heard of, halfway around the world", yes? Jesus, people will stretch anything into a "story" if it even slightly involves a big star's name third hand.

Cena. And I hate Cena. But Orton is a fucking maniac in the old 70s rock star sense, and not someone you want as the figurehead representing a multi-million dollar international corporation.

Yes. That's how the majority of English-speaking people pronounce it.

I've never understood the shoes thing either. Part of that may be that I'm a plain bastard who rarely cares what he looks like, I've only got two pairs of shoes myself, and they're both ugly as hell: steel-toed work boots, and discount sneakers with velcro instead of laces. Okay, not strictly true, since I'm a packrat and hate throwing away anything, so I've got like a box full of old shoes I don't use anymore. But still, I only wear those two.

Wrong in that you probably couldn't read the subtitles and would have no idea what they were saying.

Except that any conventional war would be over in about a week. It would be like a United States vs. Rhode Island war.

No, it's how some Brits pronounce that word. Nobody else does.

Y'all talk funny. [/james storm]

Where's the goddamn None Of The Above option? Or better yet, La Parka?

This could end up being the longest thread in TSM history. The entire mindset of wrestling demands that the fans believe the wrestlers all have the intelligence of a hydrocephalic 5-year-old. That annoys you? Try BEING one of those referees. Especially in a Southern fed where you still get people who Truly Believe. I've had to claim I was narcoleptic, suffered partial hearing loss, had tunnel vision, was intensely ADHD, all kinds of shit just to explain why I didn't catch on to the obvious cheating. And hell, I wasn't even trying to be unbiased, I had been the announcer before so I was a pretty blatantly babyface ref who bitched out the heels something fierce every time I caught them doing something. And I still caught hell every night from the crowd. Because of the lazy booking on a lot of these shows, the referees end up with more heat than most of the heels.

What, that they use a longer phrase/word when just "since" would usually suffice? I'm angered by the guys over at Loss4Word's wrestling board who genuinely believe that Cena is the greatest wrestler in the world, and mock me as if I'm some kid who thinks that Citizen Kane sucks when I disagree. I'm angered by the cocksuckers at the local library who seem to ALWAYS have half a season's worth of DVD sets for a tv series checked out. It's like, um, why did you need discs 2 and 4 of the first season of The Shield, but not 1 and 3? I'm angered by this awful acid reflux or heartburn or some damn thing that I've had for the past week. Tried to use Tums on it. Kinda worked like throwing a lit match into a black hole. Now THAT'S funny. Most of the stall-wall arguments I've seen tend to revolve around either the KKK or Jesus for some reason, and they're not terribly well articulated.

Yes. Yes you will. "Hey, let's write a book in which some random innocent girl gets tortured for three hundred pages, finally snaps and kills the guy responsible for completely ruining her life, and then gets executed for it." Yippee. (Although it did supply one of the most horrifying mental images I've ever run across, when Tess imagines her dead baby in Hell, being bounced up and down in an oven on one of those giant wooden spatulas that they use on pizzas.) I liked The Trial a lot, it's personally my favorite thing of Kafka's that I've read, way better than Metamorphosis which I thought was kinda overrated. The ending was awfully outta nowhere, you're right, but it's still a damned good read, a better explanation of the paranoid mindset than I've ever seen.

What, we're not allowed to name ourselves as part of the story? -One time James Storm hit me with a superkick that was SO bad I wasn't sure exactly where on my body he'd made contact, so I didn't know what to sell. (I went with the "man I just got knocked 90% the fuck out".) -I blew a spot while managing and grabbed a Harris Brother's leg from the outside before I was supposed to. He gave me the "oh shit, son" look, and I realized I'd fucked up just as the bottom of his boot was coming rapidly towards my face. And then, poof, nothing, somehow this 6'6" behemoth kicked me right in the fuckin' face but worked it so perfectly that I never felt a thing. I was so shocked that for a second I forgot to sell or bump or do anything, I just stood there, before going "oh shit, monster just kicked me, sell!" and I turned into Out-On-His-Feet Sandman mode of selling. -Me and a couple idiots I managed were jumping the ring on two local guys and Bobby Eaton. Well, my Mensa-level wrestlers went after their local buddies, leaving me (in a chickenshit maybe-gay clueless heel manager gimmick) to take down the Former World Tag Champion by myself. Well, I thought "better make it look good", and I charged in and WHACK gave him the stiffest forearm this side of Misawa hitting Kawada. Despite thirty long years of aching injuries, Bobby actually bumped for that one. And on the way down, I heard him mutter "Damn brother, I owe you money?"

So, the footage clearly shows that he never even touched the bitch in question, right? Why wouldn't a judge throw it out instantly?

Yeah, it's not like Tess Of the D'Urbevilles, where we can all agree it's a piece of shit, right? And yes, I WILL fight anyone who claims to like that book.

Heh. During Backlash at a sports bar, me and some buddies started doing the Boo-Yay chant during the main event. We booed every time Cena made an offensive move, and yayed every time he got hit. We had a couple kids looking like they were about to start screaming at us, but oddly enough most of the bar seemed more entertained by our mild antics than by the match itself.

...what the hell does that mean? I timed the last episode of Impact. Out of a one-hour show, they had a measely ten and a half minutes of actual wrestling.

Question: does anyone here watch movies on shaky bad-quality bootlegs like the one in question here instead of actually going to the theater and paying for it? Anyone? Ever?

NO. NEVER. (Well, except for Fake Razor & Diesel and the KISS Demon, but they don't count, cuz I say so.)