In a better reality, Alec Guinness and Patrick Stewart got to team up to save the whole universe.....

Ah, ok, if impossible things were possible, you'd do it. This is a mere thought experiment then.

standing around in front of a Christmas tree wasn't really her kind of thing

The two met while filming 2001's Planet of the Apes. They famously never married, choosing to live side-by-side in houses connected by a hallway

Spoiler alert: She's not pregnant.

TLo suggested they had his cue cards on a Roomba, and that explained his lack of focus anywhere near the camera.

Alison Williams was giving me school for the performing arts frosh while Christopher Walken was giving me "I often leave the house and forget my pants."

In the future, I will trust you to do my budget twine shopping and not Kate.

From now on, I'm just going to imagine the Bluths running Anthropologie.

my retriever once ate my sock... Off my foot.

Honestly, I only read this story to see if anyone would post this, and post it myself if they hadn't.

So much. A male actor on Grey's attacked and literally choked another actor on set and called yet another actor a "faggot" on set, and Rhimes still used Heigl as the example of an asshole...

If this keeps him from wack attempts at R&B, let's continue on.

These are two not necessarily "walk of shame" stories, but more complete Halloween pandemonium.

I've had complete strangers point out to friends that I look like Velma from Scooby Doo. So I empathise.

Halloween is fucking insane in my town - seriously, people come from other states to celebrate here - and I try to avoid it as much as possible, because the novelty of getting puked on by guys in penis costumes wears off pretty quickly.

When I was in college, my roommate and I went to some Halloween party with a girl from our dorm. The next morning, she comes walking up to the common area still in her eighties-prom outfit. We asked her where she ended up staying the night...she lifts up her dress to reveal her yellow thighs and says "Bart Simpson…

When I went to get coffee the morning after Halloween this year, the barista asked me if I was still dressed up. I was not. He said I looked like I was Nancy Drew. Not sure whether to be flattered or insulted.