I mean, I have to change it but I’ll move the typo to the strays, just for you. Thanks for the heads up! 

Dominic Purcell gets a fat check for flipping his beautiful hair and remembering four lines, and you know what? He deserves it. 

Do you know how long it took Edgar Wright to set up this watch-along? Two hours. TWO HOURS!

Well why don't we just call you White Fish?!

HA HA!

I can no longer...grow large.

Who is the man in the suit?

Ha Ha!  Cookies on Dowels.

Pyooooooweeooo!

That’s right, because I PUT IT THERE!  THAT’S MIND TAKING, BABY!

Pure electricity, in my pants

Didya get that thing I sentcha?

I feel that goes without saying.

BOOTYLICIOUS!

Hey, it’s not a slideshow. Good work!!

No brainer? Sounds like a donkey brainer to me.

It’s like the concept of “douchebag” grew ten heads and unbottoned one more button on its shirt.

I had never heard the term before either. I assumed it was a cruel practical joke where you leave some delicious Rold Gold pretzels out on the counter for some unsuspecting person, and you hide all the liquid refreshments and shut off the water to the house, and bolt the doors from the outside. Halfway through the…

Fuck off with these gallery listicles, seriously.

For me Christopher Meloni is the saving grace of Jim Gordon for me.