Funny, I’d assume people would be too busy working their bone to webbing.

Clive Owen’s little, “Hey,” combined with the prosthetic nose he’s wearing, is giving me real Country Bears Jamboree vibes, and I am so excited for that.

Posted on the wrong article. Damn you, Kinja!

The Bizarro A.V. Club

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I’ve clicked on far too many thumbnails with the title “Horrible Anus” to get tricked this time.

In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the police, who investigate crime; and the A.V. Club commenters, whose niche knowledge is mostly useless. These are their stories.

I’m more of a Hasdrubal fan, myself.

Complaints against T.V.’s Vincent Kartheiser still seem less specific than the silver screen’s Jared Leto.

Videodrome for the Snapchat era!

He must be peeing on a Ford logo, or the cross.

I assume Frank sent some guys to ensure that everything went according to plan.

Still waiting for her apology to the estate of Sammy Davis, Jr.

I got a Community notification for this?!

There’s definitely some projection on my part, since I tend to feel very incredulous about the kinds of priorities that some of the homeowners want. Of course, they probably heighten their nitpickiness for the camera.

I have a soft spot for Love It Or List It, if only because the realtor, David, seems to have such barely-disguised disdain for the clients he works with and it tickles my funny bone every time.

Just Luke?

Macaque war, macaque war never changes.

I remember those Papa Roach lyrics:

And the belt is just an extension cord that’s been tied around a waist.