Starring Jon Favreau as Guy Who Can't Button His Blazer!
Starring Jon Favreau as Guy Who Can't Button His Blazer!
A gay abortion doctor moonlighting as a racist prostitute is raped by a Fortune 500 CEO, who claims he was molested as a child while serving in Iraq.
I'm not sure we should be giving attractive people cars and guns all willy-nilly. In just a few weeks, they'd be running this town!
I dunno—look up the Wikipedia page on Cyclopia and check out the header image.
'Cyclops goat" actually undersells it.
What's that oid saying—"Comedy is easy but dying is hard?"
Hell, maybe in another 9 months, we'll learn the first letter of the protagonist's last name!
And what's doubly unfortunate is how NSFW the first five seconds of the clip sounds out of context
People (like me) who are starved for details about Read Dead Redemption 2 got really excited by news that some video game crew was out in the Western hinterlands filming this trailer. As it turns out—right setting, wrong game.
Elizabeth the First
As portrayed by Fred Durst.
Well, by now, McFarland has definitely received his cummypants.
People are already saying that from a historical perspective, Hamilton will probably be the work of art that best exemplifies the Obama era in the public's memory. Everything about the show, from the multicultural casting and patriotic idealism to the inherent story contradictions and somber ending, seems to perfectly…
The FBI—they're so hot right now.
Anyone else have Beverly Cleary and Judy Blume inextricably paired up in their brains?
No one does "boring white girl" humor as well as Vanessa Bayer. And I mean that as a huge compliment.
It wasn't so bad until last night's article about President The Rock—which was completely tongue-and-cheek, by the way—opened the floodgates.
Shut up you commie cuck! Killary and Obummer have doomed your party and you and your snowflake friends are all butthurt!
It's Drudge, but sure.
Welp, the AVC is finally getting the clicks they wanted. Hope management is happy.
You know, I personally refuse to spend much time on anyone who is extremely rude and combative, then tsk-tsks and pleads for courtesy like a Sunday School nun.