Was into Energon before it was cool.

Just pizza stuff.

You’re furred.

His muscles won’t save him from his watery fate below.

If people don’t show up to audition, improvise.

Just make sure you don’t get any on your sweet ‘stache.

And here I thought Voldemort lost it to cocaine.

The Internet has destroyed the joy of going to the video store.

Del Monte created a Hasselhoff-shaped popsicle for National Ice Cream Month. You can lick it.

Just don’t reply, “What?” little girl. He hates that.

Part man, part machine, all bro.

Time for all New Yorkers to vote Republican.

Batdog will save the day, right after a brisk game of catch.

Someone’s gettin’ down in the broom closet.

I’m having a hard time handling this truth.

You can do more than tickle him for a bump.

I don’t remember “X-Files” being so breezy.

Holk Hogan is barely holding it together.

Marcia Gay Harden deserves better.

I would have ordered my Batman latte stronger.

He’s our distinguished family guy.

Captain’s log includes a need for treats.

As if they weren’t mutant-y enough.

That costume’s going to be abrasive when they get down to business.

Even rockstars need moments for pontification.

This isn’t the trash can you’re looking for.

Luke Skywalker is now enemy number 1.

MInd blown.

Post-impressionist painters should have done more superhero-themed work.