You know those days when you get the mean reds?
The "mean reds?" You mean, like the blues?
No. The blues are because you're getting fat or it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of. Don't you ever get that feeling?
Plays "Let's all have a Patrick Swayze Xmas" in honor of Tom's post.
I want more life, fucker!
I'm gonna barbeque your ass in molasses.
Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Wilson." You remember that? "This ain't your night"! My night! I coulda taken Wilson apart!
How did you manage to slip through the 50's in red velvet?
Here's one for Hayden...
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Vengenance is mine sayeth the Lord.
Well, that's fair enough with me... just as long as he don't take too long and I can watch.
My family's always been in meat.
I will take it. I will take the Ring to Mordor...though, I do not know the way.
Holy Shit! It's the attack of Eddie Munster!
Kill your brother, you'll feel better.
Both from Lost Boys, one of my favorite guilty pleasures.