When you stare into the abyss, The Talking Dead stares back at you.
At least it was a fake baby.
Frank will allow his dead body to be filled with ‘cream’ after he dies.
Cat feces is preferable to ‘X Factor’…
Last night Charlie died and Walden moved in and then slept with two girls and Alan was all like “Whaaaat?”
In which the best-laid plans fall to a “touch of consumption.”
We thought we’d give this show a chance. Bad idea.
Dwight Yoakam has never looked better.
Another good title would have been “Meth Head with a Shotgun!”
Mary Steenburgen…doggie style…
A drive in the desert? This will end well (no, really).
Jesse’s party pad is getting a little out of control. By “out of control,” I mean it’s a meth-head flop house.
Sookie and Eric finally do the deed.
Wilfred is starting to come into its own.
I hope you like delusion and self-loathing…
Wild sex dreams and the kiss you’ve been waiting for.
‘Breaking Bad’ is back with a vengeance.
Amnesia Eric continues to amuse us.
Ed Helms guest stars in the role he was born to play: a creepy doggie daycare owner who rubs peanut butter on his crotch.
We had no idea that Eric could smile.
Wilfred pushes Ryan to stand up for himself. And two guys porn-out.
Were-panthers hopped up on V, and so much more.
Episode two is the real test for a series. Especially one about a talking man-dog.
It’s that time again. We’re heading back to the decadent deep South and the small town of Bon Temps.
A man befriends another man who just happens to wear a dog suit.
The bloodiest and boobiest examples I could find from our weekly Season 1 “Game of Thrones” Gif recaps.
Short of Ned’s ghost having sex with The Imp, I was pretty much ready for anything.
Whoa, didn’t see that one coming.
How does one take a show that’s already filled to the brim with violence and nudity and make it even better? Add zombies, or course.
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.