I'm sure somebody else posted this one in the last couple of days, and I just missed it when I skipped during the heavy parts but....
From now on, the only person who gets to yell is me. Why? Because I have a gun. People with guns get to do whatever they want. Married people without guns - for instance - you - DO NOT get to yell. Why? NO GUNS! No guns, no yelling. See? Simple little equation.
He sounded upset.
He should be. He's going to die a horrible fucking death.
Hey, thumbdick, I was a damn good shrink. Nineteen years I worked with a lot of people through a lot of shit. OK, I slept with a patient or two. It's not like I didn't care about them. I loved being a doctor. I used to not charge half my patients. Then the fucking state comes along, they send in some bitch undercover, and I'm fucked. Life isn't fair, is it?
It's good to be the king.
Presents? Is that what you said? Presents? We'll open them when we get there. No, in fact, I'll save you the trouble. Your present is a giant fucking can. And you're gonna crawl in it. Then I'm gonna get 2 pounds of gunpowder and I'm gonna shoot you right out of Jersey! And then I'm gonna drive to Jersey, and pick up all the parts of your body and put them in a plastic bag. Then I'm gonna drive to my house with you in the bag and toss you into the fireplace. I'm gonna get my glass of whiskey and watch the Charlie Brown special with your ashes burning and warming MY HOUSE!
Reads through the movies thread.
Looks and sees what's playing at the multiplex.
sighs
Invites Tom over to watch The Ref.
Whether you support me or not, Kachra will play.
Gandalfe beat me to the Dead Again quote--I was thinking about that movie just yesterday, but couldn't come up with the exact wording!
In that vein....
Look, you're either a smoker, or you're not. Pick one, and be that.