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[bodysnatcher]

Tall or short, can we all agree that those bending head rests on the seats are absolute shit?

[Chris_H_2]

and what's the deal with airline food?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

There’s a reason “don’t sell yourself short” is a popular saying.

[bodysnatcher]

Would you rather go through the hassle of getting to the airport, get through check in and security, stand in line to board the plane like a dolt, sit next to some lunatic, be uncomfortable, land and get luggage and get to your destination from the airport?

Or…

Be shot from a gigantic slingshot with a parachute strapped to your back, where you’re responsible for surviving and will land somewhere within 100 miles of your destination if you pull the string at the right time?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

We know which one Tom Cruise would choose.

[Ello Sailor]

Rimmers, what's the lowest IMDb-rated movie that you love?

[Monkey_Driven]

It depends on the airline. I'm also tall and a reclined seat makes me feel crowded, but it rarely actually touches my knees/legs. I just go into any flight knowing I will be uncomfortable for a few hours regardless.

How hard was it for your Great Plains humility to just click submit on this?

Notice I didn't put a measurement.

[spike]

Rimmers, what's the lowest IMDb-rated movie that you love?

[epilogue]

Rimmers, what's the lowest IMDb-rated movie that you love?

Just glancing at the IMDB lowest rated list and the fist one I saw was Spice World, which is 3.6 stars. However, I haven't seen it in 20 years, so my memory isn't super fresh. But I remember loving the shit out of that in theaters.

[E.H. Ruddock]

So, Barbie the prequel?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

The Room (3.6) is basically cheating, but it's either that or Mortal Kombat: Annihilation (3.6).

Also, lmao @ Gigli scoring a 2.6. I could never bring myself to watch that one.

[tommy]

The Room (3.6) is basically cheating, but it's either that or Mortal Kombat: Annihilation (3.6).

Also, lmao @ Gigli scoring a 2.6. I could never bring myself to watch that one.

I snuck into Gigli while I was working at the theater and got kicked out and nearly fired. I never did find out how it ended.

[Ello Sailor]

[BurtReynolds]

I didn't think Battlefield Earth was that bad. Not good, but too stupid to hate.

Troll 2 and Mac and Me are classic Cinema.

[Higgs]

Sitting here at the airport waiting to board. Checked in online and paid for exit row seat. Check my bag in at the airport today and it spits out a random middle row non exit row seating allocation at me!

Went through security and spoke to the crew at my boarding gate. They said the plane had been swapped, but sorted it. In row 1 this time, on the window. I prefer the exit rows as I can fully stretch my legs out, but best believe no fucker's gonna be reclining on me in row 1!

#winning.

[daft twat]

Could a person really just fall down a garbage chute in NYC? I don’t have an understanding of what they’re like - how big, if they’re ground level or higher, if there is a cover….

The missing girl they found in Chelsea (Jackie Elmquist) is a former student of mine. I’m sure she was inebriated, but I just can’t imagine her death is accidental. I’m gutted for the family.

[bart]

It happens occasionally