It's good that I don't watch Family Guy, then. I can still enjoy the second-hand mildly humorous dick jokes like they're fresh from the warm CGI plushie oven.

To be fair, the man can write a pretty good show for about 2.5 seasons before getting derailed incredibly by a mix of alcohol and the sweet aroma of his own farts.

I played through ME3 without leaning towards Paragon or Renegade sides. I stayed in the grey and never got any of the later easy-way-out Paragon and Renegade dialogue options and QTEs. In the end I had to do a lot of morally reprehensible things and lost a lot of people trying to do what I felt was necessary so the…

The important question is whether anyone cracks eggs onto Valeria Golino's bare, sizzling belly at any point during this movie.

Well at least the black guy technically dies second?

I hope this doesn't come off like I'm trying to talk shit about an excellent ending to a great season because I mean this in a positive way: This episode pressed so many social buttons I'm pretty sure the working title for it was "The One Where Tumblr Explodes."

I think I'd just buy an 8 CD set of Maria Bamford singing children's songs.

Very NSFW, though.

Ringo!

Is Mail Kimp the BonziBuddy of our generation?
DISCUSS.

Is it suddenly very dusty in here? Is someone chopping onions? No? Must be just me emotionally overreacting to this episode, then.

Catherine Keener fed my dog a bar of chocolate and kidnapped my children.
Catherine Keener made me shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die through Skype.

I just wanna say, Andre Braugher has a pair of rocking gams on him. Especially for a 52 year old man.

Best not dwell on any weirdness Moffat might swing our way to create some last minute emotional punches. Timey wimey, as they say.

To be fair, thinking about what dying usually entails, I think becoming a murder cyborg and then flying up into the stratosphere and exploding like some amazing robot firework is as good an ending for a human as any. I'd even say it's better, actually, than just lying down there.

Finally a season finale of Doctor Who that hasn't left me screaming "MOOOFFAAAAAAAAAT!" in self righteous nerd rage.

Oh god how much reassurance do teenage Whovians need that an old Doctor isn't going to be horrible? They had to drag poor Matt Smith into it so he could literally go "See, fans, he's not horrible and old, he's still me."

So who's the exception to the impeccable voice acting? Rollins?

Whom to trust.

I think Kris Anka's redesigns for the X-Men have been excellent. Especially Storm.