I can't keep any of this straight. Is this pre- or post-Jar-Jar?
Can't they just go to Disney's Hall of Terrorists like the rest of us?
This is just like the climax of that one John Cheever story.
You know, the one about the guy who goes swimming through his neighbors' pools and finds out, only after it's too late, that he's been assassinated by a group of commandos.
Man the CIA is so gonna be pissed. OBL was totally their best triple agent.
Thank you Pope John Paul! You defeated Communism again with your mind!
To lose some weight, maybe he should stop wearing edible ties.
In the smokehouse of her baby farm?
That John Tesh can play some piano. Dude's talented.
Yeah, trickling down my chin.
DAMN YOU FACIAL JESUS!