When it comes to the Bears, America is just a slobbering shitwagon. Every single opinion of his regarding this team is the most pristine of doomsday horseshit.

Our hotel smelled like dead hooker vagina (before you ask I had gotten a detailed description from beardown)

Not sure what is worse. This or the Rock em Sock Robot movie with Hugh Jackman.

What the hell, I would. Post op is OK right? Right?!?!?!

I smell a bit....

I bet Rhianna steals the movie.

Not sure what is worse. This or the Rock em Sock Robot movie with Hugh Jackman.

Trae Young will be a bust. Book It!

:cheers:

Our hotel smelled like dead hooker vagina (before you ask I had gotten a detailed description from beardown)

Also if you fuck someone like they are a millionaire they might go try to be one.

I know I'm not going to change any opinions here, but I just got back seeing this, and it's actually a pretty good popcorn flick...I would rate it better than the second Transformers but not quite up to snuff with the first and third films.

Spoiler below:

I thought having the aliens look like Chris Brown was a brilliant twist

I'm waiting with bated breath for the Connect Four movie.

Also if you fuck someone like they are a millionaire they might go try to be one.

“What’s wrong with you, drama queen?”
“Get up princess! Come on!”
“Typical”
“Shut up. Shut up.”
“Oh, this gon’ be sweet. He hates the man.”
“You go mess with him and see what happens!”
“Chicken!”
“Kentucky Fried Chicken!”
“You look like Colonel Sanders, actually.”
“Yo Saunders, ever been in a department run by some kind of Donald Trump/Mike Tyson mutant combo?”

“Nothing, sir.”
“If you did, it was only in reference to the fact the you both project great physical intensity, sir.”
“I got something sir, on my camera.”
“I don’t know.”
“Is this some kind of exercise?”
“You ever seen anything like this?”
“Weird, man.”
“Real bad idea, Lieutenant.”
“Lieutenant, get up.”
“Lieutenant.”
“Come on, you with me?”
“Come on, squared away?”
“What the hell is that?”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“What happened?”
“What?”
“Who’s in charge?”
“Fire control’s offline. I need three minutes.”
“(Heavy sigh)”
“My dad said they’d come. Said it my whole life. He said one day we’d find them, or they’d find us. Know what else he said? He said, I hope I aint around when that day comes.”
“No sir!”
“Nothing sir, nothing.”
“Yo, hey!”
“Come on, come on, come on.”
“Mahalo, motherfu—”
“What the hell is that?”

I smell a bit....

:lol:

Every line of dialogue that Rhianna has in this flick:

When it comes to the Bears, America is just a slobbering shitwagon. Every single opinion of his regarding this team is the most pristine of doomsday horseshit.