The other show has relentless zombies marching all over the Earth, munching on the flesh of humans — unless he's a beloved star who climbs under a Dumpster — and THIS is the Sunday show that's stretching the limits of credibility?

Just crop the profile photo under the tits and she'll have a line around the block.

Do what I did: Apply to the Olympic Committee to have my virgin status reinstated.

This show debuted at the same time as "Married" and has just blown the ever-lovin' shit out of that show.

I'm not going to sit through 17 minutes of bullshit to hear some bullshit theory. Adios, motherfuckers.

This likely will be unpopular but I thought this episode was formulaic to the point of self-parody. I mean, Cyrus with the plate of brownies — TWICE. And the cadence of everyone's rousing little speeches being so exactly the same, too. When you see how a magic trick is being executed, it ruins the whole trick. THAT is…

Let me fix this for you. When you said:
"People, especially men, are often hardwired to believe that every problem has a solution,"

I hope Hack/Slash is better than Nip/Tuck

HELLO, Nu'man.

However, no amount of money can cure your pancreatic cancer.

This was my first time seeing Priyanka Chopra and the world is right, she's got "it."
Watching last night, it seemed to me that she floated above this ridiculous story and somehow elevated it on the sole power of her charisma/performance.
It's good to see in this shitty fucking selfie/reality-TV/empty-celebrity world,…

It had tits.

I was 4 or 5 when It's About Time was on. I fucking loved it.

This followed by "Mama's Family" makes up the worst hour of TV sitcoms I have ever experienced. To this day, if I spin channels and run across either show, I scream out loud.

Coming in 2016: Wayward Pines II: Abby Sharknado!

If Natasha Leggero provides the meaty, I'll provide the glue.

It's turned into a fucking cop show.

Are you saying the AV Club managers are all clickhorse?

I will spend ALL MY DISCRETIONARY INCOME for a make-out scene between Christina Hendricks and Paget Brewster. Do you hear me, ladies? THIRTY-SEVEN DOLLARS on the table. GO!

If that were true of everyone, I'd be the funniest man in the (pffft) world.