Wow. Just . . . wow.

He is if he agreed to do it and no doubt signed contracts and shit about it.

All I want is for horror movies to go back to being released early October again. Wtf is up with that, I hate it.

Literally what is wrong with you.

Evil, on CBS. From the ungoogleable name to the fact it’s, well, CBS, I really thought it was going to be a dud. Plus, religion + horror/sci fi is my least favorite thing. But damn, it’s sooooo good. The family stuff is so homey and sweet and then the creepy stuff is comfortingly x-filesesque. The second season has…

Oof. I watched the first season when it aired because it helped me bond with my kid. I decided this year to rewatch and finish it and I just couldn’t. Good idea, interesting first season, one of the most vile pieces of shit I have ever subjected myself to thereafter. (No, I did not finish.)

Good lord is that show just ridiculously good. Such deep character development within the midsts of just the goofiest shit imaginable.

Oh shit, I just cut myself on all that edge.

But I also wouldn’t be in the comments trying to defend the rude assholes who pushed you to that point. Sorry, but the world is made up of way more Armonds than Shanes and I’m going to always, ALWAYS, root for the Armonds. Plus, it’s not like fuckin’ DQ has the same type of clientele that a high end resort does.…

Because all women dress like drag queens? The fuck are you on about? Luckily no one gives a fuck about your fantasy.

Lol . . . do you know any actual cis-women? I’ve met maybe a handful in my life that have those kind of curves. (Like “camel toe” isn’t a phrase that also exists.) Save it with that horseshit.

Fuckin yikes.

Hi there! Now you can say you have.

He really, really doesn’t.

Art cannot be separated from the artist and it’s insulting to all artists to say it can be. The muses aren’t real- artists create from within.

So that sounds like total horseshit.

I’m truly fascinated by what thought process led you to believe that your comment was somehow better than the original turd one.

In 1994 I was 10 and my family was living up north for work. My Mom was homesick for the south, where her family was from. So that album got a lot of play back then. Deep memories. RIP. She was only a few years older than my Mom is now. 

Ew. Even jokingly . . . ew.

I mean, it can be two things.