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9 years ago @ The Toast - Things Lucy Maud Montg... · 0 replies · +4 points

I totally have an illustrated fanfiction of Snow White and Rose Red that I created when I was about that age.

9 years ago @ The Toast - Happy Beverly Crusher ... · 0 replies · +4 points

Fist bump. For some reason the only food that made sense to me was Subway's meatball subs. I was ashamed, but I have found my sister.

9 years ago @ The Toast - John Denver's Testimon... · 2 replies · +20 points

(quiet comment about John Denver choking his wife and using a chainsaw on their furniture)

9 years ago @ The Toast - Dad Magazine: May 2016... · 0 replies · +3 points

I'd sure like to get to your level of forgiveness. I just go white-hot silent rage at those lapses still.

9 years ago @ The Toast - Movie Yelling: Things ... · 1 reply · +2 points

This comment thread is one of the best things published on The Toast.

9 years ago @ The Toast - Movie Yelling With Mal... · 0 replies · +18 points

Oh god the entire movie would have just stopped 15 minutes in. Everything would have been sorted out.

9 years ago @ The Toast - Movie Yelling With Mal... · 0 replies · +3 points

I was unable to suspend my disbelief enough. Jarred constantly at Dr. Watson faking an American accent.

9 years ago @ The Toast - Things I Have Compared... · 0 replies · +15 points

Her review, if I remember, spoken in a quiet thoughtful way:

"That was a little more violent than I expected."

9 years ago @ The Toast - Things I Have Compared... · 0 replies · +15 points

This is exactly the type of running dialogue I keep up when watching a shakespeare movie with my sister, who says she can't get it without an explanation.

"He's sulking because he doesn't like his new stepdad"
"He's going off to college so he has to get a bit of slut-shaming in on his sister first."
"Okay that whole bit was basically white dude being white."

9 years ago @ The Toast - Things I Have Compared... · 3 replies · +43 points

My (middle-aged, dog-sweater-knitting) aunt took me to a WWII documentary movie, and I went along because why not, and it wasn't until I saw QUENTIN TARANTINO on the screen that I realized my aunt may have been confused about Inglorious Basterds.

(I didn't cover her eyes, but she did say "oh my "quietly to herself a few times.)