Why the hell are you crying?
I hope you like houses…and lies…
That’s how you get ants.
The bitch is back.
And with less tattoos and head-bashings.
Revenge is a dish best served in the form of a splashy musical number.
Let’s not lose our heads here.
Watch it and get less fat.
Sitcoms often mine the world of high school reunions for laughs, and just because It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia regularly destroys any semblance of good taste in comedy doesn’t mean…
Face-off! We’ve got a face-off here!
Sobriety is laaaaaame.
This ‘Thunder Gun Express’ movie better be good.
Whoa, is that Jeff Goldblum?
Yeah, he’s fat, but how did he get so fat?
Wall Street is great… for me to poop on!
It could work. Maybe.
The Cherokee say that as long as you remember a man in a horribly-dated alcohol commercial, he’s never truly gone.
We get sick of reporting on sequels sometimes, so here’s this.
A sitcom classic: The terrifying convicted felon house guest.
The greatest board game ever!
I bet he was dreaming about waffles. I sometimes dream about waffles.
“Au pair,” is French for “hot woman who is not married to you.”
There are breasts involved.
‘Strike Back’ is back.
The scariest sexual harassment accusation you’ll see this week.
Striking back isn’t as difficult as it used to be, people.
“The horror! The Hhorror!”
The IRS is at it again.