The Hurt Locker is an Iraq war movie from Point Break director Kathryn Bigelow, starring Guy Pearce and Papa Doc from 8 Mile. The accompanying music sounds a little Let the Bodies Hit the Floorsie for my tastes, but it looks like it’ll at least be better than Stop Loss. Besides, The Hurt Locker is a totally sweet name. It should not be confused, however, with Bill Hurt’s locker, which contains some rather disparaging drawings of Ed Asner.
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The Fresh Maker!
Are we playing word association?
The Hurt Locker is where they people dressed as referees sell really uncomfortable shoes.
“they people” is a super-racist term. GET OFF MY LAWN!
Bill Hurt isn’t nearly as bad off as his brother, Richard. Maybe he should just stop using the nickname.
The Hurt Locker is where I put the bad little boys.
serious
Hurt is on th enew season of Damages. If you don’t watch Damages you are missing out.
/serious
The Hurt Locker is a move specific to lesbian porn MMA.
The Hurt Locker is where I keep all of my emo poetry.
@Diremutt–I think you mean the Her Locker.
No, that’s the meat locker. Nevermind.
The Hurt Locker’s sneakers aren’t as comfortable as the Foot Locker’s.
The Hurt Locker wishes you would stop slamming it closed.
Some kids in my high school varnished me after beating me up, in an act known as “The Hurt Lacquer”
Rainn Wilson is going to try again with The Hurt Rocker.
/Can this comment be saved by a Gerald Posner reference?
The Hurt Locker is what Stedman calls Oprah’s vajayjay.
Davy Jones’ Hurt Locker is filled with bad reviews of Monkees concerts.
Movie stars Lancaster and Reynolds used to hang out at The Burt Locker.
Sorry guys, He can’t seem to drag Himself away from that camel toe pic at Turden.
My locker doesn’t do anything; it’s an inert locker.
Hmmm, is this a Fox project? Only they could be stupid enough to make another Iraq War movie for everyone to ignore and bomb at the BO (see; In the Valley of Elah, Lions for Lambs, Stop Loss, The Kingdom, Redacted, Body of Lies, Syriana, Rendition, (I know that’s stretch, but so is…) Charlie Wilson’s War…
Justin Timberlake injured himself bringing sexy back. He’s now a Hurt Pop ‘N Locker.
When I sprained my pinky finger, it swelled up three times bigger than usual. That night I gave my girlfriend The Hurt Shocker.
It’s a shame the locker feels so bad. It used to be a Pert Locker.
…)
I should have just rang the doorbell at my in-laws’ house. Now they have a Hurt Knocker.
That trailer needed more Yakety Yak and maybe some Whakety Schmack.
I keep all my works by Vonnegut in my Kurt Locker.
From now on Chris, the “Leave Britney Alone!” guy will be known as The Hurt Crocker.
I always get injured when I’m wearing a certain pair of pants.
I call them my Hurt Dockers.
Somebody kicked me below the belt. Now I’m wearing The Hurt Dockers.
fuckin’ Jack.
I call my favorite nut sock my spurt locker.
I play a version of European football that’s not for pussies. I call it Hurt Soccer.
Richard Karn, Home Improvement‘s Al Borland is opening up a plaid flannel store known as The Shirt Locker.
I kicked my parents’ dog the last time I visited. They now have a Hurt Cocker.
My uncle gives the test to get detective’s licenses for the NYPD.
He’s known as the Sherlocker.
When he missed with the Vulcan neck pinch, I knew I’d simply received the Hurt Spocker.
My roommate got burned while trying to make stir-fry for dinner.
He’s the Hurt Wokker.
In some circles (Trekkers) having interspecies homo fuck sessions is known as a Kirk/Spocker.
There was a guy making fun of me so I stabbed him. He’s now the Hurt Mocker.
See what happens when you take to long to find the wording for a bad joke, you get hosed by a Floridian.
My ex-girlfriend always accidentally ruined surprise parties, so I put her in The Blurt Locker.
I just pulled some expired Carvedilol off the shelf. Now it’s an inert beta blocker.
Fuck all y’all.
There’s a dude at my work with bad breath, I always give him a breath mint when we have to speak, I call him the Cert Talker.
When I masturbate all I’m left with is a Dirt Socker.
I keep all of my Stein writings in my Gert Locker.
Reynolds had a special chair made for his geriatric ass called the Burt Rocker.
When I receive restraining orders, I’m a real Hurt Stalker.
My ex-girlfriend was so hot that guys used to hit on her while we were out together. I killed each and every one of them, chopped them up into tiny little pieces, and put them in The Flirt Locker.
The local xmas tree stand had an employee possessed with skills of alacrity called the Curt Flocker.
When Pac-Man got attacked by the ghosts, I called him the Hurt Wocka-Wocker.
I go into grocery stores late at night and attack the people who are refilling the shelves. They often complain of Hurt Stockers.
You pull a muscle stretching for that one Jack!? Looked like it hurt alocker.
I’m always amazed by my buddy’s abilities to stare at hot women on the beach, yet still be aware of his surroundings. He’s an Alert Gawker.
My screen name on the NAMBLA message boards is Squirt-Knocker.
I can knock you out, but only if you hit me first. I’m a good Hurt Clocker.
{sigh}
Waddya think tool bags, pastrami or pizza for lunch?
I dated a girl who washed her hair three times a day. She was a real Pert Lockser.
Those Meet the Parents movies were so awful, that I’d like to make Ben Stiller a Hurt Focker.
I sold all of my pain to a pawn shop. I’m a Hurt Hocker.
Everyone makes fun of me because it’s my job to fit football players for cups.
I’m a real Hurt Jocker.
When my sister slit her wrists, she almost bled in my eye.
Luckily, I’m a good Spurt Blocker.
This thread is soon gonna be the Durst Locker.
Axl Rose’s gave the best shows when he wore a kilt.
He was a real Skirt Rocker.
BTK, this movie looks fucking stupid.
There’s a guy I hate at the bar. The cock blocker.
After Hawk hit the 900 there were tons of Vert Jockers.
One time, I accidentally got my undershirt caught in my fly.
Now my friends all call me The Shirt Cock-er.
Most of the day, today, I was the Turd dropper.
I bought some acid from a hippy at Woodstock, it wasn’t bad for Blotter Cocker.
{walks in, looks around}
Oh
{leaves}
Happy late Boxing Day!
*Pours maple syrup while helicoptering dick*
*chodin exits his Tickle Locker and enters thread*
Haha…these fucking lockers, I’ll tell you what.
I’m writing a screenplay about a web network that adds a popular site to its roster, but everyone thinks it sucks, and one of the guys at the network takes it all very personally.
The Hurt Uproxxer, coming soon.
The Hurt Locker is where my uncle used to take me and stick his crotch in my butt.
Wait- that was just a closet.
If the Hurt Locker is anything like the Boo Box, count me out.
BTK, they called me “Rufio” in college. Yeah, the mohawk and golden sword had something to do with it, but it was mostly the passed-out girls I took home from bars.
GANG-BANGARANG!
Rufio!
RUFIO!
ROOoooooOOOOOOFIOOOOooooo!
I was once having sex with this chick and she goes, “Ouch, you’re hurting my locker!”. So I say to her what any normal 24-year-old would say and I go, “What the fuck, bitch!? I thought you were dead!”.
N’UP! with more MMA; less lesbians.
Midway through the procedure, Christina Applegate was proud to still have one Pert Knocker,
This movie was amazing, seriously
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