This is why I both love and hate discussing religion. When people are civil it's fascinating, but when people are dense fuckheads it's never worth it.

I can't prove to you there is a god. And you can't prove to me their isn't.

One of my favorite dress shirts has light amounts of pink (and purple) pin-striping and I too don't give two shits admitting it's pink. It looks awesome on me. Fuck the haters.

They sell aftershave at Sephora?

One way to get this gentleman into your "care products" shop, better ventilation.

2013 IS SO FAR AWAY.

England goes down and my beloved Timbers slapped the Flounders around for 90 minutes. Also, Montero trying to act like a big tough guy was adorable.

Now Ronaldo needs to get knocked out and my two least favorite euro-ballers will be denied the cup (I can't stand Rooney!). And the smug satisfaction will be glorious.

Oh, I assumed it came out already since reviews have been popping out the ying yang.

I didn't even go that far. I just listened to the Hollywood Prospectus podcast discussion on it and thought, "Really, that is who killed her? You fuckin' me?!"

After hearing how The Killing ended, holy shit am I happy I gave up 5 episodes into this season.

Could some beautiful soul out there point me towards a working stream of The Newsroom pilot? HELP!

You couldn't pay me enough to have me convinced Andrew Garfield is Peter Parker.

Agreed. But there's so much more to that movie than the batgravel voice!

YOU TAKE THAT BACK.

He took out my beloved Czechs with that bullshit header. He gets no sympathy from me.

As long as Ronaldo gets sent home crying I'm happy.

There still should exist editorial clarity across the board.

Oh, I love these kinds of movies so much. Samberg is just throwing me off!

Did he direct and or write Hot Rod? Cause holy shit that is a steaming pile of awful.