On your mark. Get set. Now, spit!
On your mark. Get set. Now, spit!
I thought Kirkman said we'd never get an explanation. The CDC guy treated it like virus because that's his field. It could be like Y the Last Man: several theories but it doesn't matter.
You dance with the one that brung you. Then let him feel you up a bit. It's called manners.
We really didn't see Lori get eaten but it happened all the same. I waited for the Talking Dead tally to make sure. I guess we just to assume Judith spilled her coffee cup full of blood when the girl scouts saved her.
Mind of Mencia did pretty well ratings wise and I think it went longer than Chappelle for less money. It sure as hell wasn't the same critical lightning but they showed the formula works.
The sad sack realtor guy bugs the shot out of me. He acts like Droopy Dog when he shows the couples shitty houses or nice houses. Quit trying to make that maniac designer lady look reasonable, dummy!
The AV Club is many things, but folksy ain't one of them I reckon.
Or the DS9 pizza cutter
And Kobe beef is very delicious due to how fatty the meat is. From what I've heard people have a set maximum for sugary food before it becomes too cloying but there is no limit to how much fat we like tasting.
Hold the fuck on. Houston may not be the best looking beauty queen but we sure look better than, say, Cleveland. And while our humidity shows up on standard definition TV sets, we smell better than New Orleans. It should also be noted that Houston is the most liberal part of Texas outside of Austin. Go to small town…
A movie, if I'm not mistaken, is about rescuing dogs.
What, you aren't having sex dreams about Huffington? I just had one about her last week.
Bonanza! As fire burns a hole through a whiteboard covered in equations.
Where is that SPECTRE CEO of Tits when you need him?
Like the 10 minutes it takes to start that Cups song? Of course there we spend Tim's watching Anna Kendrick kneading dough which works well for all those baking fetish people.
All that the light touches, I hate.
No, world, you put up YOUR hands.
That's the power of love!
*Has disturbing dream about sex with aquabot. Later protests aquabot factory with "It's AquaMAN not AquaBOT" poster in hopes of hiding his dirty shame*
*removes leaves and checks chlorine levels in pool*