I wasn’t raising my hand to ask for more Christmas Story. I just couldn’t put my arms down!
Thanks for this extremely vague nonsense article. The headline is that she was “pushed to alter her face,” and all we get in the article is a nonspecific claim about “my weight, my look, the shape of my face, the shape of my eyebrows.” What was she pushed to “alter” and to what extent? Was it the “shape of her face”…
“Florence Pugh has one of the most recognizable faces in Hollywood—..”
B-E-S-U-R-E-T-O-D-R-I-N-K-Y-O-U-R-R-E-M-A-K-E
A crummy commercial? Sonofabitch!
I always thought the puzzle box was supposed to be something of a challenge to gain access to the ultimate sensations of the flesh, a prize only a few of the most committed or simply good with puzzles could achieve.
Well this list is a great big bowl of fail, for including that idiotic “NOOOOOOOO!” line and omitting this ice-cold bon mot:
No, Captain Marvel is the superhero version of Ghostbusters 2016 where whether you enjoyed it or not is actually a sociopolitical statement.
You mean all bailiffs aren’t comically large simpletons or sassy black women?!?!?!
“The Apprentice” showed a fantasy world where Donald Trump fired employees to their faces instead of quietly clearing out their offices and telling the front gate guards to take their keys. And people believed it.
Maybe Weaver carrying around a red snapper... which, by the way, mmm very tasty!
Yeah, The Compleat Al came out in 1985. Some things have changed about people’s attitude towards MJ since then.
“So I went Mirkwood...again. And I met the Elvenking...again!”
If this Hogwarts for Goth Girls existed, and they can afford it, and her parents both attended, why did they keep sending her to normie public high schools again and again?
Everyone! Please step back from the corpse of Tim Burton. Give us some space.
I’m not saying Arcade was bad. I kind of like him in a cheesey way (of course, in my old age, I find myself missing all the cheesy stuff I said I hated as a kid).
I really don’t want Nandor and Guillermo to get together. I’m tired of the “best friend/co-worker/whatever this is” fall in love trope on TV.
“Ok, fine fine, I am not Nandor. I’m….Aldofo. The butler or some shit.
To be honest we asked them but no one could understand their crazy accent so we assumed they were cool with it.