That wooden box you use to hold your weed could be worth millions.
Next season, Rick Grimes and his Atlanta-evacuating company will be joined by fresh blood: Hershel, Maggie and Otis.
He will be playing Sorkin’s standard “Crotchety Senior Executive Who Has Lots of Integrity.”
This show is so good. I get the shakes when it is not on the air.
Fairy Land looks like a really high-end Olive Garden.
I’m really surprised Fox News hasn’t run with this.
Remember the name Brea Grant. Or not, you can always look it up later.
The strange hybrid of Gary Busey and David Hasselhoff passed away today.
I knew that dark, steely gaze would serve a purpose.
For the season finale, the writers shied away from gimmicks and and cliff hangers (with one possible exception), and instead focused on crafting another solid episode.
Meet Miamo Metro’s newest detective.
What’s in your wallet? If the answer is “this card,” you’re friggen awesome.
It’s a Special Relationship.
Disguised as a “set tour,” this is really just a rundown of what we can expect next year.
Can’t wait to see what they have to say about R. Kelly.
Louis C.K. introduces an effective form of birth control.
Dexter, scarring his cheek will only be redundant.
Grandma just loves “Eastbound and Down.”
Sleep with one eye open, gentlemen.
All you 18th century port-of-call enthusiasts: This is your Woodstock.
As we enter the second half of the season, all the “boring” setup and character development is coming together in an orgy of violent bloodlettings and shocking plot twists.
Holk Hogan is barely holding it together.
Pretty good. Prettaaayyy, prettayyyy, prettayyy, pretty good.
Claire Danes is running around accusing people of being terrorists.
“If you’re going to jump a shark, jump a big one,” Gervais wrote on his blog. So… maybe a Sharktopus?
Good night, sweet prince.
Here’s Couric’s hoopla-free sign-off to “CBS Evening News,” coming after just five years.
As if it were possible for the man behind Ron Swanson to look any more badass, the dude goes and grows a beard.