Beverly Hills, 90210 Brings David Back To The Stage, With Mixed Results
Wave your arms in the air! Not you, David.
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If Dylan can really have his entire world view shaken by the appearance of a stone in his hand, it's kind of surprising that, in his drug days, he ever moved on from weed.
That's not a pants tent. It's a pants yurt.
At least old-timey rail-riding Dylan is that skinny for a reason.
This simpering lady hobo is a real fan of Dylan's writing. Why are you laughing?
The Chancellor's enlisted Brandon to give a boy genius a tour of the CU campus; later there will also be a tour of Brandon's voluminous pants.
In a few years, Warren will be glad he developed his one-handed typing skills early.
Sure, this a fairly unremarkable nightgown and robe that any of our moms might wear...
...but Val's boobs can make any garment look indecent.
These pants on Brandon contain the store where he bought those other pants.
Kelly's ready to hang out at a frat house playing pool OR show a 3BR/2BA to a couple from Reseda.
She's also maybe a little too shocked by the party foul of a glass of lemonade getting spilled on a frat house floor.
Step aside, little lady! Braniel Bray-Lewis is on it!
Nice arm party, Mr. President. No wonder Warren doesn't take you seriously.
Even in Reno, a groupie can aim higher than this.
The only fishy girls we want to see are on RuPaul's Drag Race.
Clare realizes her error as a talent booker, and as a lipliner user.
This shot is mostly to showcase Donna's latest Barbie ensemble...
...but honestly this pair of contemptuous extras should be celebrated and adored.
Juwan brings us the Nicholas Nickleby of eye-rolls -- so long we had to bring it to you at double speed.
Hi Val! Hi, Val's boobs!
Hi, Val's full Rachel haircut!
Nat's disgust at racist Steve is a sentiment we can all share.
SQUASH IT. (Would wear on a t-shirt.)
"You'll have to speak up: I'm wearing a towel." - Ray.
Donna. Babe. You're supposed to comb that shit out.
TFW you're about to get Rooed.
If this photo, of this hat, doesn't give you a full-body shiver, see a doctor, because you might be dead.
STOP THIS. STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
And that's a big fat no on both these lewks. Do better on both your wardrobes and your choice of boyfriends, ladies.
Don't be the old guy at the club, Nat.
Here, we made you a "Squash It" gif. Use it on your friends the next time they're beefing on Facebook!
Oh no, someone sent a PA to the Museum Of 1978 B-Roll again!
Gee, Ray, that's the face we make when you show up in front of us, too.