Work it, gurl!
Never grow old, Zac.
In the type of story that always seems to surface on Sunday mornings when you least expect it, Phillip Seymour Hoffman has been found dead in his NYC apartment. Deadline…
Stars, they’re just like us.
Let’s hope they snap his neck.
When you find something this good, you don’t let it slip.
You’re on notice, ghosts.
This makes three.
Does Jay-Z really need another award nomination?
I’m not taking this pill.
Your boycott when they raised their fees? It did nothing.
Leaning more cool than rude.
I didn’t opt for a winking ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ narrative for this piece.
The auteur flexes his nuts at the studio.
A plus sign means you’re pregnant. A minus means you’re not. And an occult symbol means your dead twin is secretly gazing at you through an oculus torn into the fabric of reality.
There are some films that are simply above criticism.
It’s good for small dogs. It’s GREAT for small dogs.
Let it go! LET IT GOOOOO!!!!
That’s a big robot.
It’s the only explanation.
Get on it, Nintendo!
The man nails every role.
Think ‘Downton Abbey’ but with funnier wigs.
Just ask this guy.
Take notes, ladies.
Best personal trainer ever.
There’s nothing funny about EDM. Just kidding. All of it is absurd.