Dating in New York, man

I have a compromise solution. Let's just put all the sins of the world onto one Jewish Palestinian, kill him, and be done with it.

I practice unintuitive eating. It's all mayonnaise and wood chips.

If Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Last Ronin is anything like the story it's named after, I look forward to when the turtles murder the man who unjustly executed Master Splinter and then ritually disembowel themselves.

The Barbie Movie asks the real questions, like - Am I a Barbie girl? Is this a Barbie World? Is life in plastic truly fantastic?