It’s a shame that the Stephen Merchant doppelgänger brother had his time cut short. I think he was onto something with his rants about daylight savings time and cemetery flowers.

The best part of post-watching a Final Destination movie is thinking of all the Rube-Goldberg ways to die on the walk home.

Why can’t a girl just have a peaceful cup of tiger bone wine and a good nights sleep without having to be rudely interrupted by some egotistical, drunken men and loud children with weird hairstyles.

I. Just. Can. Not. Stop. Dancing.