Yeah; I don't mean to say she looks/is old, either. She just has gotten away with playing high school age for, what, eight years now?

Paint my chicken coop!

I heard they're mixing her DNA with Steve Buscemi and creating a fleet of Mole People.

Don't worry, at the end of awards season, Justin Long will come on a boat to take her to live with the elves in Grey Haven.

I find that to almost be the point. To frame rivals or enemies as friends, after a fashion, also requires the viewer to consider the original conflict itself.

I. AM. IMMORTAL.

I thought I recognized you. I gave you a bag of shake back in 1947 to paint my chicken coop. And you never did it.

Actually, we McJewensteins are pureblood Irish. We get that a lot.

I am

Flaca is the first character I've had an unabashed crush on since I had acne, and it is world-shattering to think she hangs out with Kourtney Kardashian.

I'm not yet done with the season and if there's not a Caputto's-band-centric episode, I'm going to have a fit.

Don't some e-readers allow you to bookmark pages and jump to them?

Lady StoneWHO?

The Trundling Dead

The marriage may be a sham, but we have Bill Murray in our engagement photo. So I've got that going for me.

You're right. Let the cat decide!

Grumpy Cat marries a gentle widower played by Sam Watterson, only to discover that his first wife's skydiving accident was more skydiving than accident.

If by "female empowerment," you mean "checking between its legs," then yes, this is some dumb female empowerment thing.

People knock Meg's drumming, but I think it grounded the music in a simplicity that was essential to their lo-fi, garage sound. I love the Raconteurs' second album, as well as the Dead Weather's sophomore effort, but both bands strike me as larks, temporary passion projects on his part.

Three, three things.
1) Cunnilingus
2) How to use a hammer
3) Where to put it
and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope. Jon Snow knows four things.