The War on Christmas just got its ass kicked.
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.
The joke here is that Paul Rudd wasn’t even in ‘Mac and Me’.
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.
Now we should all complain about not having Ferraris.
And all it took was several firings and a trip beyond the Darkest Timeline.
Good news for people who like awesome things.
Yup, those sure are some nominees.
The ending, more specifically.
If it’s not an origin story called ‘Mercury Rising’, I’m chucking my laptop against the wall.
Just don’t touch his hair, ok?
Was there clamoring for this? It must have been muffled.
The one with Ben Foster as Armstrong.
My money’s on Lobo.
It’s now quantifiable how much he phones it in.
That’s what she said.
Still not as bad as the Cabin Sisters.
Also, there’s a channel called “Sportsman Channel.”
It’s what he’s good at.
Audiences never got comfortable with their winter sun being so low. They like their suns higher and more summer-y.
Bring back Short Round! If the actor that plays him is still alive.
That was a rough few weeks.
This changes EVERYTHING! Wait. No it doesn’t.
One’s large and one’s small! This is comedy at its finest!
It’s the most shockingly violent time of the year.
It’s quite a formidable package, Jack.