They’re like white Bushwick Bills.
The title ‘Turds’ must have already been taken.
Perfect for the fire enthusiast on your list.
It’s not intentional, their tickets are just really expensive.
They’re not just throwing their own poop anymore.
In legal parlance, it’s what’s known as a “big time” lawsuit.
Fans. Lose. Their. Sh-t.
From the Department of Bubble-Bursting
But will it be raunchy with an underlying sweetness? Yes.
He really knows how to teach critics.
Off to Never Never Land.
The War on Christmas just got its ass kicked.
If their headquarters didn’t move across the street, then this title makes no sense.
If you are planning on seeing the season three finale, but haven’t, you might not want to read this.
She’s a really good mom.
Enricco Palazzo is spinning in his grave.
It’s like a modern day, not magical ‘Game of Thrones’.
Good. Let’s complicate and convolute the story of a boy getting bitten by a radioactive spider, then becoming a spider himself.
There can be only one.
A more explode-y ‘Groundhog Day’.
Yup, those sure are some nominees.
The ending, more specifically.
We don’t come to Monster Island and smash up your shit.
If it’s not an origin story called ‘Mercury Rising’, I’m chucking my laptop against the wall.
We finally see the nasty underbelly of the Spelling Bee circuit.
Just don’t touch his hair, ok?
We found a way to film about a bunch of little people with pointy ears ridiculous.
Was there clamoring for this? It must have been muffled.
The one with Ben Foster as Armstrong.