Terry Jones Was The King Of Screaming Into The Wind.

Terry Jones was the King of Screaming into the Wind.

I wonder how much it would cost to get Clancy Brown to record himself reading smut out loud in his lowest register, cause I'd be on that shit like white on rice no problem

There's not much I wouldn't give for a bear hug from Alfred Molina

*to the tune of she'll be comin round the mountain*

Oh leave me the fuck alone, she said

Oh leave me the fuck alone, she said

Oh leave me the fuck alone, leave me the fuck alone, leave me the fuck alone, she said

godDamn, Clancy Brown is hot as Hell. Fuck me running, that man can Get It.

I keeping waiting for that one button on his vest to go. I want it to pop off completly. I want to hear it snap and bounce off his knee. I want to see his face as he feels it free it self, and I want to see him fluster and blush as it skitters away. I see it straining, threating to go as he twists and breathes and slouches and bounces, but it never does. What beautiful torture.