The part that really ticks me off is Ghost-Sylar worked so hard on that station, and that idiot went and bought the wrong apples. Granny Smith apples are like citronella to teenagers! They only like the Macintosh!

Frankly, the GHB is much scarier.

Yeah, had the same wincey moment.

There's a reason you're the only commenter I bother subscribing to, SC.

That said, it was a pretty good day.

How old was the guy whose house you were sleeping over at?

So…no results, then?

But Reeve Carney is the white Bono! None of this makes sense to me.

This was inevitable.

Waldo must stop an urban developer (Alec Baldwin) from leveling an idyllic forest to build a crowded mall. Along the way, he befriends a brother and sister and learns the true value of friendship. There, I saved the world $14.

…Horny Midget just played us all into a corner. Either we're callous Romans or we're all Firsticus.

It's not even like S2 got horrible. It just got highly dramatic off the pitch. The ludicrous part is not what happens, it's how normal life goes back to being afterward…the way it should have stayed all along.

That gets a like for the ellipsis, like even you can't remember.

To be fair, once you're sitting near Brett Ratner, comfort is off the table. You just want to…you just want to make that THING sitting there feel what you feel for two seconds in its miserable, greasy life.

Gewat! Er wass a Munn an cuimthor hess shrympie aye an'a rood nae longue him'is put in hannde. Faera laeder a man hae bae an'is nae womanne his rood respekts.

Hugh Jackman doing an Elvis impersonation.

Everyone's a Rat.

I'll stick to sex that meant something with a few beautiful women who would never have sex with Brett Ratner.

Ruffalo ruffalo ruffalo ruffalo ruffalo Ratner ruffalo.

I hate those sandwiches. Show some aesthetic, deli artisans.