Top Billing (1991)
Life is hell when you look and sound like Jon Lovitz while having an ego the size of Antarctica.
Life is hell when you look and sound like Jon Lovitz while having an ego the size of Antarctica.
After three haw-haw-haw episodes, we finally have one that is really not for the squeamish.
Vlad the Impaler is a woman, and she and her brother both want a Sultan’s heart. Okay, things are a bit more complicated… oh, just read this thing.
How I have fun with this one, and out myself in the process as a neo-Nazi white supremacist for daring to do so.
Why didn’t I read this one sooner? It’s on the short side, but so big on the fun and romantic chemistry departments.
After 500 episodes in an interminable second season, things conclude with something more at home in Goosebumps.
This is an awesome satire on the Paranormal Activity-like crap horror movies, long before such movies become the fad.
I think I’m in love with the homicidal maniac in this one.
A modern day Scrooge goes too far and gets a foot on his chest. Literally.
It’s cruel how the author pushes me out, reels me back in, and repeat that dance so often, and I am helpless to resist.