You couldn't even let us finish up the current arc before shoving the show off to Saturday, could you, NBC? My, how you enjoy your petty torments.

She must have went to the same medical school that certified Dr. Stanley Goodspeed.

But will there be dancing?

I came for Jedi strap-ons and all I got was a fucking Go Pro.

I, for one, will be following the continued coverage of investigatory pegging with great interest.

I always get this mixed up with "Hell's Kitchen." Either way, nothing beats Ramsay's voice breaking as he screams about non-stick pans.

[George R.R. Martin sighs with relief and returns to his lemoncakes. Time has been bought yet again.]

The real crime here is that the 14 year old boy didn't give Murnau a heads up about the light pole.

Apparently he's still bitter over that real estate deal gone wrong.

That would be a pleasant turn of events, so I'll doubt it'll come to fruition.

"He permed me!" is about the only coherent thing I remember from this film.

Find the Yellow King, obviously.

If he had been carrying a beverage, those cops would've had to watch it, man.

Sorry, I was too distracted by Margot Robbie licking that hard pole to give the rest much attention.

I gave you a rare gift, NBC. I let you have my viewership, and now you would deprive me of your single selling point?

The omission of the latest Jack Slater movie is a travesty beyond repair.

He must have balked when they insisted on paying him in spice.

Nurturing and dominant? You may continue.

Not remotely, but if you have masochistic tendencies, feel free.

Before Armitage, you rightly tremble.