"Look what I can do!"

"You got egg nog in my goat milk!"

…in those very form fitted slacks of his. *sigh*

*cough*Beethoven*cough*.

HBO CEO of TITS leaves his afternoon open for calls.

Very handsome episode to behold, very ably directed, and with Abel Korzeniowski's absorbing underscore a particular standout. And, I'll be damned, it's Wes Studi.

There's a lot of that going around these days, it seems.

Making money you schmuck! What else?

She hasn't made the cover of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition?

Kimmy Schmidt, obviously.

Christ on cracker, I've lost so much faith in this show I just about expected Jamal was going to expand his "fluidity" further and tap Freda's ghetto.

WHAT!?!

I don't have a problem with Girls just being about hideous Hanna and her harem of horrible hags and various hangers-on.

Annnnnnnd…cut! That's a wrap.

First thing to pop into my head: Spider-Man: Deer Hunter.

No trendy emo song for a change, thank goodness. And, hey, there's Max von Sydow. Hopefully he gets more than the walk-on he got in TFA.

More Kenny Rogers' Jackass!

That stunk to high heaven.

What's Lauren Tewes up to these days?

So how many calories does participating in a typical A.V. Club comments thread burn, I wonder?