I thought Princess Protection Program was a Disney tween movie. Then Netflix threw up a still-frame of Demi Lovato looking like she’s been on the business end of a bukkake party.
Either Netflix doesn’t understand its audience at all, or… Netflix really understands its audience.
Ammonia is a natural weed killer.
He keeps a cluttered home, every corner a host to dust, detritus, and soiled, spoiled things.
Don’t know why you’re grinning, you smug, bald bastard.
Sure, she’s a disgraced and disheveled whore with needles in her cunt and a stripper pole up her ass, but at least she isn’t wearing a cellphone on a belt-clip.
Now that you mention it, sweetheart… no, I don’t feel like painting the garage today.
You never should have told him.
I like girls who are empty inside.
All the more room for me.
No one here deserves what they’re getting.
Seems fair to me.
My life was pretty hectic in the mid-2000s, and my television-watching time was mostly swallowed up by Rome, Deadwood, and The Wire. So I should be pleased that it only took me ten years to finish watching Invasion; for comparison’s sake, it will probably be ten more before I bother to find out what happened after season two of Lost.… Read the rest “Invasion (2005)”
You’re not a person; you’re a carnival ride. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be broken down and covered in puke.
