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Some hard, pipe-hitting motherfuckers, I’d wager.

You must see Being John Malkovich, if you haven’t already, for a very similar scene.

It was the crone’s realization and ohshitohshitohshit that cracked me up. And yeah, just desserts are sweet!

That ending. I was laughing my ass off!

…and it was wrong.

I’ve not watched this yet, but that is terrifying.

Maybe don’t base the economy on e-waste?

That’s a bingo!

I stopped after the second one. The only thing I liked about it was the stealth and lighting the grass on fire.

Opening monologue to The Road Warrior:

My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember the road warrior, the man we called Max. To understand who he was we have to go back to the other time, when the world was powered by the black fuel and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel — gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel they were nothing. They’d built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. Cities exploded — a whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads it was a white-line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice, and in this maelstrom of decay ordinary men were battered and smashed — men like Max, the warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything and became a shell of a man, a burnt-out desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again.

First was the best. Downhill from there. Just my opinion, really. The follow ups just used the name and not the premise.

Do you know the difference between a chickpea and a garbanzo?

Trump never paid to have a garbanzo on his chest.

I am both amazed and disappointed it’s taken this long for me to learn how to sing AC/DC. It was Marge all along.

AC/DC and CCR come to mind. Doesn’t bother me though. It’s the audio equivalent to eating a bag of Doritos. The flavor doesn’t change, but every now and then there’s one with a little more powder on it.

Hooray! say the neigh-sayers.

To be fair, it might also be a horse. And that is pretty mind blowing.

Hamhattan

Have you seen Fallen with Denzel Washington? It’s kinda like that, but instead of Azazel it’s Beelzebubba.

It’s been proven with cat’s meows. Distinct among various regions. And, they’re based on how human babies cry in those regions IIRC.

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