I Didn't Care For Most Of The

Bad Stuff Happens. Sometimes It Makes No Sense At All. Sometimes Its Unfair. Sometimes, It Just Plain Sucks. Bad Stuff Happens Sometimes. Always Remember That, But Remember That You Have To Move On Somehow. You Just Pick Your Head Up And Stare At Something Beautiful Like The Sky, Or The Ocean, And You Move The Hell On.

Iggy: "now What? Who You Gonna Call?" A Quiet Voice In The Hallway Outside: "ghostbusters!" (captain Perry And John Groan) John: "that Phrase Is Ruined Forever.

Noooo!" On The Screen, A Woman's Eyes Bugged Almost Out Of Her Head, And I Tried Not To Scream. Tried Not To Scream In Exasperation, I Mean. The Serial Killer Was Right In Front Of Her, Wide Open! Clearly, Instead Of Weeping Like A Moron, She Could Be Lunging Forward And Administering A Swift Uppercut To The Chin. Then This Entire Pointless Ordeal Would Be Over With, And I Could Go Home.

She Had A Lot Of Hugs To Give, But Not Enough People To Give Them To.

I Saw The First Episode Of "the Walking Dead," And That's All I've Seen. I Thought It Was Good. I Used To Love Zombies When I Was Little, But I Don't Like Them The Way I Used To. I'm Not Knocking The Show.