George W.

Didn't Constantine get really drunk and blow a dog at one point?

HULK... SPARKLE?!

Gah! I'm blind!

Fuck Black Lantern Bruce Lee. Green Lantern Bruce Lee will take his giant green boxing glove and punch you in the fucking soul!

Vodka will welcome you back.

http://highspots.tv/london-kendrick-shoot-interview-preview/ It occurs to me that I've never, ever been that high. And I was a pothead for a few years. This could be the most entertaining shoot since Cornette's 4 hour RF video.

CV, your post just tripped every alarm in my head. Armed Forces these days are very, very good about providing psychological counseling to soldiers (or at least claim to be) and you really need to avail yourself of their services. It's not going to be an instant fix, and it's not going to be easy, but if you come home in this state, the transition to civilian life will be extremely rough. Just realize that this is not a unique condition and any halfway decent psychoanalyst should be able to help you out and, more importantly, get you a group of like minded people whom you can share your experiences with and understand where you are at. Please, do not try and deal with this alone.

I've been promoted! I've gone from back up night cashier at a 24-hour grocery store to back up night grocery manager. I'm in a position of authority. Two nights a week I'll be in charge of the store. Fuck me, we're doomed.

Disposable razor, no shaving cream, no moisturizer. I also shave against the grain to get a closer shave. On an unrelated note, people have said my face feels like sandpaper.

Just remember to pronounce all your V's like W's and you should be fine. Or did you mean the other Chekov?

Did any of the other Oratory posters totally get the wrong image when reading that, or is it just me? I did. Out of curiosity, sauve, did the seagull look like or

Saw IV. Although enjoying maybe too broad a word. Tolerating is far more apt.

My roommate and her kid went to Disneyworld for the week and I have the next two days off. It's drunk naked time.

Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte... just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

Warning: What follows is an hour and a half of a pop culture reviewer and wrestling fan trying to watch Impact and just losing his shit. Seriously, if he had a desk, his forehead would have gone through it. Watch at your own risk. Spoony: TNA Impact! VLog

As soon as a WWE diva touches something outside the company, the wheels are set in motion to get them future endeavored. Sable, Chyna, Christy Hemme, Torrie Wilson, Stacy Keibler, Ashley... when her album comes out, I'll wager good money that it won't take three months before Mickie James gets shit-canned.

This is... awesome. Thank you, oh benevolent overlord!

No. Just no. I like the LEGO games, I really do, but after the severely disappointing Indiana Jones II, I'm not giving them another penny with properties I couldn't care less about.

I gave up after one minute. Forty five seconds. One minute, thirty-five seconds. Those music endurance tests really build up tolerance to things I can't stand.

On the bright side, she's gonna cheat on her husband. And if the universe wants a laugh, it'll be with a heroin-addicted ex-pornstar turned priest.

Now: 1991 Acura Integra LS First Car: 1992 Ford Taurus Dream Car:

Down in a Hole (Alice in Chains)