Women's lower-back tattoos. GOD DAMN!
Everything except Country, Polka, and Gregorian Chants. I don't fuck with that Gregorian shit.
GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS, NEW JACK CITY, THE 40 YEAR OLD VIRGIN, DIE HARD WITH A VENGEANCE, FIGHT CLUB, BATMAN, BULLITT, SCARFACE, BOILER ROOM, SE7EN, THE LAST BOYSCOUT, PULP FICTION, RUSH HOUR, V FOR VENDETTA, FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF, VAN WILDER, BATMAN BEGINS, and the motherfuckin' BACK TO THE FUTURE trilogy
ENTOURAGE, LOST, HOUSE, 30 ROCK (fuckin' Baldwin!), IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA, SNL, RESCUE ME, THE SHIELD, PRISON BREAK, and 24. Sweet Jesus, 24!
TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD. Seriously. For once I'm not joking. Alright, fuck off.
One word says it all... WILMER. The pipe he's lain will be pondered, lamented, and catalogued in minority folklore for centuries to come. "CASH MUH-NEEY!"