It's Bomer Time!

"How did things ever get so far? I don't know. It was so unfortunate, so unnecessary. Pop Secret lost a son and I lost a son. We're quits. And if Pop Secret agrees, then I'm willing to let things go on the way they were before."

Not since Bowie in The Hunger has a vampire gone from hubba-hubba to "…A-aah!"

Our Mom says our Dad's a real sex machine.

Are we to be or not to be?
(Please don't reply, "Oh, why ask me?")

And when?

Or Rebecca Donaldson's jerk cousin?

Indeed. That thing at the Washington Square Arch was quite unique looking: http://gvshp.org/blog/wp-co…

It is indeed. Aided greatly by the fact that David really, really did not appreciate when he was pulled from his comfort zone.

I remember having to sleep in my parents' bed after watching it at approximately age 3. Darn you Sigourney Weaver, for being too good at playing a frightened as hell mother!

It's interesting you say that, because one of the things that surprises me at my paper is the amount of euphemisms in the obituaries we receive. We're not allowed to touch them beyond spelling or grammar, and I suppose it's the family's prerogative. They're the ones dictating to the funeral homes, which pass them on…

That said, Colton has much better "fuck me" eyes than Lochte.

I'm strangely okay with it.

As does not wearing much clothes.

And stalking James Woods.

Oh dear, that makes me worried.

Knots was a spinoff of Dallas, but never pulled the trigger and had a spinoff of its own. They had planned to have one for Nicolette Sheridan circa 1988.

Cape Fear?
Kalifornia?
Natural Born Killers?

No, if anything, it's a long-lost brothers situation.

"On the Friday before my last week as host, Johnny let me promote Enter Talking by re-enacting that first Tonight Show shot, going on as a guest in the same final 10 minutes—”the death slot.” As a gimmick, I wore the same Jax dress, the same hairdo and makeup, carried the same sleazo pink boa, and my rapport with…