I was going to write something shitty about how dull Blake Carrington is compared to J.R. Ewing but then I realized we all know that. That show is all about Alexis, anyway, so no need to throw shade.

They would just screw it up with Doom anyway.

It's a little known fact that Mein Kampf has a section on dumb girls in booty shorts.

This is the election that embodies making chicken salad out of chicken shit.

NBC will listen to Counting Crows and then it will make sweet love to the Cruel Intentions series after all.

Oh, NBC.

My Textmergency has indeed made me…The Villain in My Own Story.

Yes, but will her song be able to top "Where's the bathroom, where's the bathroom?"

No, they weren't *all* rappin' asses.

Pf, call me old fashioned, but this show just doesn't feel like Black Mirror unless there's inter-species erotica.

*Drops to knees, horrified*

That's my issue. The tampon bit could be a thing, but writing about her on the walls is overkill.

Yes, but are the prophecies true? Will I see Brother Voodoo?

I still don't understand why the people of that era (and it wasn't even that long ago) would think that Geraldo was going to open a vault and find piles of glittering gold and huge bags with dollar signs on them. Why was that money just going to sit around like Al Capone and the Chicago Outfit suddenly forgot about it?

She's really blown up and I'm glad.

When a wig won't do, go scarf and shades or GTFO

Pf, he's changed since he discovered Todd's Halloween store.

I'm with you on all these posts but the bit about a creative person's nightmare being the art they put their soul into failing? That's absolutely true, those guys can't fathom that.

That was definitely a thing, but the Tarantino knockoffs didn't really start up until after Pulp Fiction.

It's hilarious and bizarre how much the girls hate Carrie White.