Enter BRYAN CRANSTON, age 59. He is tall, but huggable. His tighty whiteys fit him as though he poured himself into them, testicles first.
Enter BRYAN CRANSTON, age 59. He is tall, but huggable. His tighty whiteys fit him as though he poured himself into them, testicles first.
*Spike Lee angrily tweets Rob Lowe's phone number*
I think Zoom is Barry from a different Earth.
Melissa Benoist and Grant Gustin have good pipes too. My girlfriend's wild mass guess is that they'll do a musical crossover episode someday, and I'm not sure that's a bad idea.
I lean to the former, because Dave Gibbons is also uncredited. And there is no other indication that this was based on preexisting work.
"To argue that Supergirl is either a 'great' show or a 'terrible' show, when in reality it swings from being great to terrible and back again about half a dozen times within the course of a single episode."
Spot on.
And to top it off, Twitter keeps making these unwanted and unuseful changes to its functionality while ignoring the stuff that people keep asking for—namely stricter measures to curb online harassment and a god damn motherfucking edit button.
I love how the AV Club slapped together Starwipe to cover for O'Neal's epic bender that's still going on.
Beyonce is cool and all, but let me know when she reaches Prince's halftime show level, wherein she can summon clouds and make them rain on command.
Is Mark Wahlberg busy?
Paying for McDonald's food is basically informed consent.
You could start with anybody in the '80s thrash movement, who surely copied a lot of Motorhead songs lick for lick before they started writing original music. You could also dust off Ozzy Osbourne and roll him out there, since Lemmy contributed a few songwriting credits to his catalog.
Hell, I can make you a MacGyver movie. Just lock me in a room with the following commonplace items: a strip of plastic, some silver halide emulsion, and a vintage hand-cranked camera. By exposing the emulsion very briefly to the light, I can capture a frame-by-frame depiction of moving images. It's elementary…
They couldn't find any musicians whose music actually shows a demonstrable Motorhead influence?
If they kept the old rotoscoped special effects and that awesome noise their positron colliders make when they power up and down… hell, this might be a great movie.
The nice thing is, your dick would be completely healed every morning.
She's already better developed than a lot of movie characters. I think the Fast & Furious movies actually think that having a preference for Corona adds dimension.
They should do a League of Extraordinary Gentlemen crossover type thing with Rooney Mara playing a Native American, a Middle-Easterner, a black person, and an Asian person all in the same movie.
Twisted Sister Christian oh just forget it. .