She keeps her built-in cellphone charger under her skirt this time, but Machete‘s unheralded MVP is back to deliver all the drug-addicted prostitution action you can handle. (If you’re me, that’s a lot. FYI.)… Continue Reading
She keeps her built-in cellphone charger under her skirt this time, but Machete‘s unheralded MVP is back to deliver all the drug-addicted prostitution action you can handle. (If you’re me, that’s a lot. FYI.)… Continue Reading
She’s back, and still stabbing people in varying states of undress. Only this time in suburbia which –let’s face it– could really use more stabbing…. Continue Reading
I was in love with her as a kid, so I’m, ah… pleased. Seriously, when I found out, I did everything but actually “Squeeee!” I need to recover my manhood. Wait here while I go punch a lion. Or an alpaca. Y’know, whatever…. Continue Reading
Satellite problems, the anti-rape iPod, sneaky self-abuse, Katy Perry channels Mel Gibson, murderously good porn, and Twilight fans need to shut the hell up. For reals…. Continue Reading
My notes say “…she also has a Fahrenheit 451 ass”, but I’m not sure what that means. I need to stop reading science fiction and masturbating while high. Hm… okay, I’ll stop tomorrow…. Continue Reading
Erotic illusions, Snooki sees Spot run, it’s a backhoe time machine, “Facebook fail” is an oxymoron, and some Catholics sure know how to hold a grudge…. Continue Reading
January gets Frosty, racist comic book guys, dead pop starlings, scary clowns, boob-eating gators, unwanted pee, and a working example of why the paparazzi sucks…. Continue Reading
We’ve all seen Lindsay get naked and do drugs. So Robert Rodriguez decided to take things up a notch…… Continue Reading
In related news, my pants are suddenly tighter. Or would be, if I were wearing pants. Which I’m not, because, you know… the heat…. Continue Reading
You need proof? They cut the money shot scene out of Mr. Holland’s Opus…. Continue Reading