Otherguy Overby.

Now that I no longer can afford Netflix, I've been watching a shitload of horror trailers and wishing I could netflix them.

She put "flavored vodkas" too damn high.

Excuse me, Neville Chamberlain.

Ol' Ben Lucas
Had a lotta mucous
Coming outta his nose.
He picked and picked
Til it makes you sick
But back again it grows.

So it's solved— the whole thing was a false flag op by Sony to get patriots to feel they HAVE to see this shit.

The Aurora Shooter didn't have access to much tech either. An open threat by fuckheads is still a threat.

They tell people how to do everything else, why not?

I knew something was up when I saw that Willy Wonka get-up.

Clearly, Lot should have offered his own butt, it's only fair.

This will happen again.

You're DVRing it?

No mention of Ebola Hysteria? The Year Everybody Lost Their Goddamned Minds Over Nothing?

It took me years to recognize the models from Frosty the Snowman as the work of MAD Magazine artist Paul Coker.

I'd settle for Sneezing Monkey. Or at least a nod to Hillary Clinton's Pantsuits.

I hope they keep the Scots accent.

Supposedly, in his Bruce Wayne time, Bats works tirelessly through the Wayne Foundation to fight crime from the other end— through charity, community programs, even being a major supporter of Arkham Asylum (though that last may not be actually helping anyone). It's a fitting answer to the borderline psychopath role…

And yes, DC/Warner needs to greenlight a New Gods/Mr. Miracle movie, working as heavily as possible with Kirby's template— get a Ouija board if necessary, hang the expense! — right NOW.

The first one is in the Alone Zone.

I've had sex inside a walk-in. The "Getting-Caught" vibe more than makes up for the cold.