We came for the meme. We stayed for the username.

While I know my love for the film is shared by few, Wolfen (the “other” werewolf movie that came out in 1981) had some really astounding in-camera effects that prefigured the thermal vision in the original Predator.

Thanks! I read the Marv Wolfman comics as a kid but never watched the cartoons.

Asking for a friend: Why is everyone calling Changeling “Beast Boy”?

Additional plaudits for omitting The Giving Tree. That book is just super fucked-up.

Liangelo Ball, Reed, and Mack just haven’t been unlocked yet. You have to win a full Ballers season on “Baller” mode first.

Alright people, anyone on here spelling “gray” with an “e” had better not be from the US.

Sincerely,
The Trump administration (and also most dictionaries)

Polyester is fucking GOLD. “I’m getting an abortion, and I can’t wait!”

Agreed. Now if only she could get “de jure” and “du jour” straight.

Lakers have a fire sale on young talent to get all three megastars, only retaining Ball, who never develops a passable jump shot. Kawhi’s injury problems turn out to be legitimate and he plays 30-ish games next season. LeBron’s mileage finally catches up with him the moment he puts on the purple and gold. George plays…

Grammar dickhead here. It’s “complements,” not “compliments,” though I bet he also frequently mentions how thin LeBron looks in those jeans.

That Shopping album is a fucking gem!

Skabba the Hut begs to differ.

Ah yes, Raiders of the Lost Arc. Far superior to Indiana Jones and the Trapezoid of Doom (and, obviously, the much derided Indiana Jones and the Temple of the Crystal Sphere).

Thandie Newton is great in Solo...for her 10 minutes of screen time.

Similar to the Lando/Vader point: Finn and Maz Kanata (voiced by Lupita Nyong‘o) have a scene in The Force Awakens. But, again, that doesn’t really count.

I could keep the color commentator narrating what exactly is happening in the play, but the wild speculation and jock opinions between plays makes me never want to watch sports on TV again.

Yes, the Cavaliers team that struggled mightily to overcome the Indiana Pacers juggernaut is clearly an even bet against a healthy Warriors squad.

Restaurants putting mayo on stuff—and especially on a fucking BURGER—with no menu warning is goddamn reprehensible. And nouveau-American gastropubs are so, so guilty of this. “Here’s your toasted brussels sprouts, roasted shishito peppers, and surreptitiously lubed-up cheeseburger on brioche.” Unless it’s a dish that…

Are we sure that wasn’t a bit?