C. Tom

Even sexier.

My doctor was just saying that the other day as he was giving my horrible mid 40s body a definite side eye.

Like when your racist druncle brings chicken wings to every single family gathering whether it’s a potluck or not and noisily eats most of them himself.

Nothing compares to the concentration of T&A in Spartacus.  The Starz CEO of Tits takes his work very seriously.

But what if the hobbits fucked?

Even more hairspray

He’s too busy talking to the magical gnomes who live in his golden fax machine.

Not to spoil anything for you, but the courts didn’t exactly throw the book at Ghomeshi.

Marmalade, though, Ben.

Maybe if they spoil Ser Pounce’s death?

Oh. God.

Seriously, that crushed noodles on top of the ramen thing was a legit tip.

Ah fuck. RIP

I miss the simple pleasure of downvoting and blocking them.

I was in high school when the original came out, too, and I remember the “controversy” over it inspiring teen suicide.

I never knew how much I absolutely needed a Bryan Fuller-directed Twelfth Night until now.

Farewell to a man whose life’s work inspired generations of relatively tasteful masturbation.

Nice low-effort, “edgy” username you’ve got there, troll. Now scurry back under your rock and let the grownups talk.

I had an Uncle Shirley for a while, as another example.