Disney is doing a live-action remake of Robin Hood. I foresee "Cats"-level awfulness, followed by a cacophony of Furries wailing like the damned.

On the other hand, if you've ever wanted a to score with a real Maid Marion, here comes your chance!

This is now Logan's Run *dead


Come away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it!
My part of death no one so true did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strewn:
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where
Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
- Act II Scene 4

To be fair, his apparent costs include having Raoul drive the maid down to Whole Foods in the Bentley.

"That your gonna have some ups and your gonna have some downs. Most people give up on themselves easily, you know the human spirt is powerful. There is nothing as powerful, its hard to kill the human spirt. Anybody can feel good when they have their health, their bills are paid, they have happy relationships, anybody can be positive then, anybody can have a larger vision then, anybody can have faith under those types of circumstances. The real challenge of growth, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually comes when you get knocked down. It takes courage to act. Part of being hungry when you have been defeated, it takes courage to start over again."

It wasn't mental, emotional and spiritual growth when he took steroids to initially make his name. Also boinking his maid behind his wives back didn't take courage.

I am not drinking the lemonade on this one.

Awesome! I play well enough to have fun, but I've got *nothing* on any of these guys.

It was especially fun to see/recognize some of my favorites from YouTube, like Hyunmo Kim (the S. Korean dude in the French Maid's outfit) who has been on the sift for a slap/pop cover of Gangnam Style, Davide Biale (Italy) who has a great YouTube channel with lessons and covers/medleys of videogames and other media on bass, etc.

Only person missing was this dude:
(Game of Thrones theme cover via tapping)

Your video, Time For A New Maid?, has made it into the Top 15 New Videos listing. Congratulations on your achievement. For your contribution you have been awarded 1 Power Point.

Can I get the number of their maid? She's amazing!

Eärendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvernien;
he built a boat of timber felled
in Nimbrethil to journey in;
her sails he wove of silver fair,
of silver were her lanterns made,
her prow was fashioned like a swan,
and light upon her banners laid.

In panoply of ancient kings,
in chainéd rings he armoured him;
his shining shield was scored with runes
to ward all wounds and harm from him;
his bow was made of dragon-horn,
his arrows shorn of ebony,
of silver was his habergeon,
his scabbard of chalcedony;
his sword of steel was valiant,
of adamant his helmet tall,
an eagle-plume upon his crest,
upon his breast an emerald.

Beneath the Moon and under star
he wandered far from northern strands,
bewildered on enchanted ways
beyond the days of mortal lands.
From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
where shadow lies on frozen hills,
from nether heats and burning waste
he turned in haste, and roving still
on starless waters far astray
at last he came to Night of Naught,
and passed, and never sight he saw
of shining shore nor light he sought.
The winds of wrath came driving him,
and blindly in the foam he fled
from west to east and errandless,
unheralded he homeward sped.

There flying Elwing came to him,
and flame was in the darkness lit;
more bright than light of diamond
the fire upon her carcanet.
The Silmaril she bound on him
and crowned him with the living light
and dauntless then with burning brow
he turned his prow; and in the night
from Otherworld beyond the Sea
there strong and free a storm arose,
a wind of power in Tarmenel;
by paths that seldom mortal goes
his boat it bore with biting breath
as might of death across the grey
and long-forsaken seas distressed:
from east to west he passed away.

Through Evernight he back was borne
on black and roaring waves that ran
o'er leagues unlit and foundered shores
that drowned before the Days began,
until he heard on strands of pearl
where ends the world the music long,
where ever-foaming billows roll
the yellow gold and jewels wan.
He saw the Mountain silent rise
where twilight lies upon the knees
of Valinor, and Eldamar
beheld afar beyond the seas.
A wanderer escaped from night
to haven white he came at last,
to Elvenhome the green and fair
where keen the air, where pale as glass
beneath the Hill of Ilmarin
a-glimmer in a valley sheer
the lamplit towers of Tirion
are mirrored on the Shadowmere.

He tarried there from errantry,
and melodies they taught to him,
and sages old him marvels told,
and harps of gold they brought to him.
They clothed him then in elven-white,
and seven lights before him sent,
as through the Calacirian
to hidden land forlorn he went.
He came unto the timeless halls
where shining fall the countless years,
and endless reigns the Elder King
in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer;
and words unheard were spoken then
of folk of Men and Elven-kin,
beyond the world were visions showed
forbid to those that dwell therein.

A ship then new they built for him
of mithril and of elven-glass
with shining prow; no shaven oar
nor sail she bore on silver mast:
the Silmaril as lantern light
and banner bright with living flame
to gleam thereon by Elbereth
herself was set, who thither came
and wings immortal made for him,
and laid on him undying doom,
to sail the shoreless skies and come
behind the Sun and light of Moon.

From Evereven's lofty hills
where softly silver fountains fall
his wings him bore, a wandering light,
beyond the mighty Mountain Wall.
From World's End then he turned away,
and yearned again to find afar
his home through shadow journeying,
and burning as an island star
on high above the mists he came,
a distant flame before the Sun,
a wonder ere the waking dawn
where grey the Norland waters run.

And over Middle-earth he passed
and heard at last the weeping sore
of women and of elven-maids
in Elder Days, in years of yore.
But on him mighty doom was laid,
till Moon should fade, an orbéd star
to pass, and tarry never more
on Hither Shores where mortals are;
for ever still a herald on
an errand that should never rest
to bear his shining lamp afar,
the Flammifer of Westernesse.

Thats just horrible to watch.

from reddit

Saudi #1: "How did you obtain this phone?"
Saudi #1 screams: "GET YOUR HANDS DOWN."
Saudi #1 says again: "How did you obtain this phone?"
Worker: "I found it <somewhere>, it was broken anyway"
Worker says in a pity voice: "You can check it yourself, it's broken."
Saudi #1: "Where did you find it?"
Worker: "<some> house"
Saudi #1 asks about whom did he call with the phone: "Did you call my Madam? Did you tell her you're Saudi?"
"madam" could either be a reference to a maid or one of the Saudis' women(wife, sister, etc.).
Saudi #2: "Do you want to be killed?".. Then he spits on the Worker's face.
Saudi #2 says, after spitting, a common Saudi phrase that basically means: "Fuck you and your family".
Saudi #1 says twice, in extreme rage: "It's my fault for letting you do that." Then he begins to beat the Worker.
Saudi #1 says, while beating the Worker: "SIT DOWN, SIT DOWN I SAID", in response to the Worker's resistance.
Worker starts begging for his life: "Papa! Papa!"; then he begins to scream in pain while Saudi #1 is beating him.

Last night I was at the grocery store and thought to glance at the cracker aisle; Honey Maid graham crackers were almost gone (and the rest of the shelf was fully stocked), so I guess this is working out for them.

I will buy more Honey Maid !

Girls.
You think you know what we want, girls.
Pink and pretty it's girls.
Just like the 50's it's girls.

You like to buy us pink toys
and everything else is for boys
and you can always get us dolls
and we'll grow up like them... false.

It's time to change.
We deserve to see a range.
'Cause all our toys look just the same
and we would like to use our brains.

We are all more than princess maids.

Girls to build the spaceship,
Girls to code the new app,
Girls to grow up knowing
they can engineer that.

Girls.
That's all we really need is Girls.
To bring us up to speed it's Girls.
Our opportunity is Girls.
Don't underestimate Girls.

I was helping some friends move one day and they had paid to rent all the meters in front of the building. The meters had giant reserved bags on them and the whole 9 yards. When the meter maids came by, we had to show proof we could park there even.

So when get up to his 7th floor room, which overlooks the street when we ear a super loud vroooom. It's some expensive as hell Lambo with the giant engines visible in the back. Obviously I'm not a car person. . .

What does the douche do? Spends 5 minutes trying to park in our spot. Meanwhile, we were on the phone with the tow company "Yes, we have some reserved spaces and someone parked in them and now we can't get our uHaul truck in."

"Can you describe the car to me?"

I gave a meek description and he replied, "we'll be right there."

Best part? The guy was sitting in an outdoor cafe as he watched his lambo get towed. Should have read the GIANT ASS SIGN!

Always hated this film, never appreciated the animated segment-film was edited by retarded monkeys-only film worth a fuck from Moore was his first-His Oscar for this film was as much a travesty as Hallie Berry's for "Monster's Ball"-The first Best Actress to a Black woman since Hattie McDaniel's win for her role as a maid in "Gone With The Wind", in 1939.

Halle fucked on the floor by a white man, Hattie fucked washing the floor for a white man.

Hollywoods' a private party and the Oscars awarded on politics over film-making merit, worthy of the smelter.

Moore's films suck as much as his politics, and the barge should stop eating butterfat

I want the job of being the maid of that resort those guys are at...