Thursday Night Ethanol Action, epilogue
Triple chocolate bundt cake, then I go to bed.
Triple chocolate bundt cake, then I go to bed.
Huh. The Mrs. just came home and handed me the munchkin. Now I gotta act all responsible. That was unexpected.
Goddamnit, my disc stopped playing just where Kahn was about to apply some mind control bugs! Unfair. Stupid technology. Fine, I’ll skip forward to “The word is given.”.
AdmEEErial! Hey, pistol pouches on your 2nd line gear? Yay or nay?
Carol Marcus is MILFtastic. Is it common practice to engrave the ship’s name on the seatbelt latches? Does that prevent some common theft? Ah ha. Ricardo Montelban is about to school some bitches with some Rich Corinthian Leather.
First, the only way Kristie Alley in Vulcan ears and a bun could be hotter is if she was pouring me a beer. 23rd century and we still have janitors? Roombas didn’t work out?
Sin City is over. On the pdb movie scale from awesome to suck, got a mild suck. Too pretentious and incoherent by half. Time for some nonsuck.
A spoiler on a Ferrari 348 is like a … damnit. Ugly thing on a pretty thing.
C’mon Bruce Willis, kick his ass!
Beretta vs SAA. SAA wins. Also, Chevy Nomads rule.