Guys. If your pants are below your ass you have no right to accuse any lady of dressing slutty.

I would imagine that Bret would taste like a warm goat cheese, and Jemaine would taste like harvati with dill. Hmm...I'm hungry actually.

At first the kid kicking the back of my airplane seat was enraging. Then I imagined it was a broken massage chair and I kinda liked it.

He resisted for a while and there were some legal boundaries, you know, keeping me from being near him or his family, but in the end, love overcame. And I got what I wanted. I always get what I want.

If you are feeling overly optimistic the Republican Candidates Debate is on.

Mel: What was your name again? Rain: Rain. Mel: Oh that's nice. Kind of like bad weather.

All the best movies are the ones that are cut from a more middle ground.