No one, so what's the point in getting mad?

Gosh, why won't kids listen when we tell them that smoking a joint will send them directly to Hell?

Lie to me, pretend that you noticed I didn't post anything on Tuesday.

Loni Anderson burns through an impressive collection of wigs in this curiously unflattering biopic of the tragic 50s icon.

Surely this is as bad as it's going to get, right? Please?