Oh, come now! No Ralfi Face?

I never got the point of these shows. They all seem rather...prescriptive.

My dealings with the upper levels of academia led me to the conclusion that any cunt that can survive in that environment has no business interacting with other people, let alone teaching them.

THERE WAS CHEWING GUM! ON. HIS. PUBIS.

Is Disney gonna have some balls and finally admit that the McAllisters are Irish mob, or at least mob-affiliated?

It’s practically four of something!

By fucking Christ’s holey wrists, we need Celebrity Deathmatch back now more than ever.

I hope it was a female Resistance member who put her down. Checkmate, TERFs. And there were plenty of women Maquis - though probably not as famous and enviable as Violette, who was basically a trust fund baby. 

Let us not forget the finest exponent of 90s swing in movies...

Watching him scam cash out of the QCs (one of whom I swear was the VO guy on a Birdseye ad), while testifying at the Inquiry, is just perfect.

Yeah, but never forget that Liz Hurley...

The poster designed personally fucked everyone one of them.

And now...Bezos.

Florence Pugh

“Anything done by a woman is an inherently feminist action and all feminist actions are good”. That’s the logic.

“Frank O’Sullivan” is such a John C. McGinley name.

Goddamn those half-Japanese girls - they do it to him every time.

Come now. It’s not as if comics are famous for retconnings, resurrections, do-overs, and alternate realities, One Punch.

popularly reviled boogeyman.