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I would freeze and shit my pants if I saw that spider. That spider looks like a bigger version of the spiders that jump really far too. I would never sleep in that house again. Jesus Christ. I could only imagine the size of the other spiders in that house. That spider is so big and meaty that I'd be afraid to smash it. God, my skin is crawling so bad right now. I would have that house turned upside down and sprayed to death if I saw that shit, and I would pay any amount of money to have the house done. Fuck that, I'd have people digging under the foundation of the house, into the ceilings, into the walls, and chemicalizing the fuck out of that house with the deadliest spider-killing poison. That is really some shit.

What was the conduct that your company wasn't pleased with?

If you are going to do an intense analysis of the scariest movies, I would suggest you watch "Rosemary's Baby." Not only is it one of the scariest movies ever made, but it's also one of the most brilliantly directed movies of all time. Here are some other suggestions: "Dressed to kill," with Michael Caine "Sisters" with Margot Kidder "Angel Heart" with Mickey Rourke and Robert Deniro "When a Stranger Calls," with Carol Kane and Charles Durning "Repulsion," with Catherine Deneuve and Ian Hendry "Play Misty for Me," with Clint Eastwood and Jessica Walter "The Beguiled," with Clint Eastwood and Geraldine Page Trust me, you will not be dissapointed with any of these movies.

During or around the time that Chinatown was being filmed, Roman Polanski had intercourse with a 13 year old girl at Jack Nicholson's home. The young girl, now a mother in her thirties or forties, spoke out on the issue, stating that she believes he committed a crime, but also believes that he is a great artist and should be remembered not for his encounter with her, but for his unrivaled directorial style.

A very good movie. I'm not much of an Adrian Brodie fan, but Polanski is definitely a favorite of mine. He's out-done himself once again. It's a shame he couldn't show up at the Oscars.

Good stuff. Always be aware not only of how you're driving, but also of how others around you are driving. Just because you're driving safely doesn' t mean that others won't touch you up here and there with their vehicles. Be safe, and God bless.

I'm heading over there after I get some studying out of the way. Maybe midnight or 1. I hope there are no police or fire department obstacles in my way once I arrive. I haven't heard Johnny V live in a long time.

There is nothing I love more than seeing an old individual / couple dancing their ass of in the wee-hours of the morning. These instances remind me how beautiful house music really is; it is one of the few music genres that brings all age groups to the dancefloor. There is something comforting in knowing that, at 45 years old, a man or woman can still venture into an afterhours venue at 11 o'clock in the morning without feeling the least bit strange about doing so. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I fucking love Nueva York.

It would be nice if that law is effected. Maybe the air will be a bit more refreshing and stink only of sweaty armpit, nuts, vagina, and a bit of piss.

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Some very old dance music by "The Movement. Digital Underground's "The Balloon mindstate" (I think that's what it was called).

Midgets are fucking disgusting. Besides, those tiny-ass hands couldn't fit around my cock.

Color of Night definitely had some steamy scenes. I was young when I first saw this flick, so it was the equivalent to a porn. Brad Dourif is also good in that movie as the compulsive attorney who fears germs. He's the same guy who did Chucky's voice in the Child's Play movies.

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This is an interesting post. Here are some of my favorites: The sex scene with Rachel Ward in "After Dark my Sweet." The rape scene from Meir Zarchi's "I Spit on your Grave." The sex scene with Patrick Swayze and that chick in "Roadhouse." The scene in Larry Clark's "Kids" when Casper rapes Jennie. The scene where Jodie Foster is raped in "The Accused." The scene where Allison Smith is raped in the dormatory during a frat party in the movie "A Reason to Believe." The scene in "Jungle Fever" when Wesley Snipes takes Anabella Sciorra's ass apart in his office. The scene where Shannon Tweed gets fucked against her will by her husband's boss in "Scorned." The scene in Larry Clark's "Bully" when the abused kid (forgot his name) fucks the brunette chick in the back seat for the first time. Jamie Lee Curtis' sex scene in "Love Letters." (Although I do suspect a body double was used, but who knows) That's all I can think of for now.

I'd think the girl would know ahead of time that her blood cycle is about to begin. If, in some strange world, that was to happen, I would start spitting violently, run to the bathroom, turn on the faucet, and hold my face and mouth under it for a long period of time. More than anything, I'd be worried about whether I caught some kind of blood-based bacterial infection from her.

I really will be dissapointed to see Junior's Earth go to shit. This venue, musically speaking, was far better than Sound Factory Sundays. Since the death of Juniorverse, Earth has been the only place I've enjoyed. I hope this venue isn't dead, and if it is, I hope there's an upcoming (regular) New York based venue sometime in the near future that will feature Junior. The Sunday afternoon afterhours are a must.

That is a funny name for a lounge. After reading the title of this thread, I thought the contents would be something like ".....your legs."

I enjoyed watching Mr. Rogers' neighborhood as a child. He always seemed so at peace with himself and others. There was always something about him that made me feel comfortable and safe as a child. He was a loving figure. God bless his soul.

Jennifera, No one gives a shit about what you find "acceptable." Your few posts have revealed that you are too fucking stupid to even know what is "acceptable" or not. Secondly, when you say "people with turbans," you lump quite a few different cultures together that have very little to do with each other, both religiously and ethnically speaking. Your opinion, if that's what you want to call it, is a half-assed one, and you expressed it like a mindless little child. Even more dumb is your explanation of the stupid shit that you posted. Take your fingers off of the keys and do something more useful with them; stick them up your ass and go sit in a corner with a duntz cap on. Little Piss-ant.

Jennifera, You shouldn't have bothered posting such an ingenuine topic, since you're obviously a clueless, dumb fuck. Don't go out if you don't want to see too little or too many individuals of a certain ethnic background.

I watched the premiere of his new HBO series over the weekend; I have to admit, it was fucking hilarious, especially the segment where he took part in the police training exercise. I look forward to more funny shit from him. On the other hand, the new Bill Maehr show blows. Nothing more than the same tail-chasing, misinformed banter. I've never seen such stupid shit spew from such a stupid person's mouth. Maehr says quite a bit of stupid shit, and tries to play it off as if he's simply playing Devil's Advocate. He's really just a dumb ass.

That was a mistake on the referee's part. Drago slipped on the fabric of the ring; his tumble to the mat was due to this slip and not to Balboa's punch. Therefore, long live Ivan Drago, the Siberian bull.

I have yet to see a fighter who has the ability to contend with Ivan Drago. "If he dies, he dies."

I'm thinking about the Tyson - Lewis fight, and for some reason I'm drawing a blank. What exactly happened during that fight?