London photo of the day: cheapest wine ever
I’m afraid to even try this.
I’m afraid to even try this.
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This is Bourne fan fiction. But it’s the rare sort of good fanfic: utterly inconsequential, of course, but a whole lotta fun. It’s a turn-your-brain-off popcorn flick for people who don’t like to turn our brains off just because we’re at The Movies.
What this dumb movie wants you to find absolutely hilarious is random 80s action heroes — this flick is lousy with ’em — now puffy with age and sporting embarrasingly bad dye jobs popping up in deus ex actioner situations…
Are you okay with Smith staying on, or are you ready for a new Doctor?
Whoa, so beautiful and serene and magical… and then there’s a slug who says “Dude.” *facepalm*
Maybe the absurd kerfuffle over gymnast Gabby Douglas’s hair suggests that today’s audiences will gin up a reality-TV-esque catfight no matter what…
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If you do, how do you cope with it? If you don’t, do you find that people are surprised to learn that about you?