For awhile in the 00's, I though music that could simply be called "rock" was going to veer into the Jet/Strokes direction and never come back from the tight-pants, faux-brit whateverland. Thanks, White Stripes.

Blake Schwarzenbach

Del-teted. Del Taco?

You guessed it … Frank Stallone.

The A.V. Club
I quit watching at the end of season three.

The A.V. Club
Something…

Nobody Netflixes for free.

Torrent?

It will ten years from now.

If the filmmakers have any sense of humor, the end credits will be chock full of footnotes.

I used to sit on the playground practicing flexing my hand, so it looked like Chase's in the transformation sequence.

In this photo, consider the pale flesh of the guy with the curious hair system and the hideous man who supposedly jests.
Aw, shit …. something, something oblivion.

This photo gives me the howling fantods.

Just you wait. This film will wind up being the Entertainment/samizdat that turns all who view it into drooling, stupefied, vegetables. Either that, or those will be the only people to go see it. As you can imagine, it'll be hard to tell the difference.

"Better Call Korl."

What the writers couldn't work into the actual show.

That's what she said.

You guessed it… Frank Stallone.

"Rosebud" is the sled.

Just because no one's mentioned any of them yet, Riverdales.