Pre-Vomit Fest
for morons.
How shall the stars on the cheeks of this mandrill find a number?
You gotta go into a flick like this with the right head. It's boss.
Next time I'll ask my other head to come along.
If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there.
Sure, bring the head, hell invite the whole family!
Wesley Stuart is a misunderstood lad, like Sidney Greenstreet.
And thank you for calling.
If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there.
I thought you sounded a lot like Dr Laura.
Just admit that this celluloid gem is beyond your scope of understanding. It's okay, your fans will still adore you.
Wesley Stuart is to film history, as Madonna is to genital crabs.
'Nuff said.
I inhale the ghost of George Putnam nightly. But you must tell me what you do with those crabs.
If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there.
Get a nice big pot, fill 3/4 full with water. Add one hearty beer(Sam Adams or Guiness), three carrots chopped, three celery stalks chopped, and one large white onion, diced. Add one container Old Bay seafood seasoning, bring to a boil, add crabs.
They are best with a nice yeasty bread. See Madonna also for yeast.
Madonna is back yeast and so classy!
Forgot to add a thousand years ago, I actually saw this winner in a drive-in when it first escaped!
Let it be unsaid: insignificance is the locus of true increpation.