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I thought this Running Wilde thing was going to be an Oscar Wilde biopic miniseries.
I heard a Steve Winwood song today. I downvoted it in confusion.
I started watching this, then I realized it wasn’t an Arrested Development spinoff and went back to the Penn Station bathroom where I hang out.
I think if Topher is going to date anyone, it should be, collectively, myself and my fellow Monsters.
Or Gabe at the very least. Why not reciprocate the love, Toph?
True story time:
In English today, we were discussing movies. Specifically, the movie Traffic, which Topher graced us with his presence in. When Topher’s name was brought up, I said, “Hey, What’s Up With Topher Grace?” and everyone looked at me strangely and failed to appreciate the remark. So it turns out that my life is not Videogum.
Is it too early to start hoping that Cera photobombs all of next week’s stills?
Sugar Slam may be the most eminently quotable woman of all time.
“And like herpes in that ass, I’m out, but I’ll be back.”