Craig was just exactly adequate enough of a performer to suggest the necessary level of peculiar, lurking menace which the character is meant to incite. Craig's talent isn't nearly as remarkable as is the extraordinary writing and direction which guides his twisting, sinewy behavior and which also extracts from his…

It can be… You know how this ends.

"Honey, wasn't the pain going down your arm excruciating?!" She said, "Yeah but it was still better than having to speak with you."

You Want It Darker: What the Doctor Said About my Stool Sample.

The video clip is labeled NSFW, and even though I'm at work I clicked on it, because I work at a sex dungeon.

Ass fucking memos!

Is No Alters a band name or a rule which will be strictly enforced?

Us a better knife, I say to that.

Taylor Swift made it a point to emphasize that the US girl's gymnastic team has achieved a great victory as girls. Apparently, to TS, all previous girls gymnastic Olympic champions have achieved their victories as boys.

I took my then 8 year old niece to see Boxing Helena presuming it to be a documentary about famed female Cuban boxing sensation, Helena "Dos Martillos" Ramirez. Let me tell you I was gravely disappointed, though not nearly as catastrophically traumatized as my dear sweet now institutionalized niece.

Or Rick Santorum as the crass, sarcastic bitch of a barmaid, but with a heart of gold.

Alimentarius' refusal to do rimshots is why she's his ex.

No, "Stuck Inside of Eartha Kitt In an Airplane Bathroom."

Nobody deserves the cruel humiliation of being Chevy Chase!

Bud Light probably paid for that commercial, too, just to add another layer of sick twisted irony to the already towering layers of sick twisted irony which this show is so brilliantly piling up, moment by moment. Those anachronistic commercials were the nail in the coffin of the already morbidly warped mirror which…

But being inane is a fundamental, inviolable right of all free thinking freedom loving individuals. How dare you so callously disparage such a sacred aspect of our noble heritage. Hmmph.

Personally, I detected more than a small amount of shameless borrowing from My Mother the Car.

Your need to tell me that I shouldn't tell you what is or isn't good is symptomatic of an all too common psychological affliction known in layman's terms as having a stick up your ass. And your sneakers are now way overpriced.

Your denial speaks volumes. As do your exhaustingly verbose, voluminous comments. Hmmph.

This guy. This guy gets it. Hmmph.