The modern James Bond movies annoy me. They utterly wasted both Javier Bardem and Christoph Waltz, two of the best cinema baddies of all time. There is no charm in modern Bond either, nor many witticisms or even good lines. The traditional Ian Fleming bond was interesting. Modern Bond is dull as dishwater.
Diddlydee
Goths looking at posters. The cd machine where you could listen to new albums. And, latterly, goddamn funkopops.
Donald, like many, has no idea what 'communist' means. Nor many other words for that matter - obliterated, reciprocal, truth, to name a few.
I've met 3 other people called Moon, as well as some Divas and Ahmets. No Dweezils (although his actual given name is Ian Donald Calvin Euclid Zappa)
'effectively immediately'. Fuckers can't even use correct words.
Yeah, that's the one we all know. The sole Sigourney.
Yeah, the only place I heard it was from that story, Sigourney Howard, a peripheral character. No other Sigourneys ever (in my experience).
I'm sure somebody must know a real one.
What does the bit covered in blue say?
Like 'we'll fuck the parents elsewhere, but not in the house'.
They look very lightly battered, almost as though there's no point in bothering. I'd keep the batter for my sausages, personally.