By LillyKat PTR Senior Staff Writer What kind of scum o’ the earth father sets his son on fire, leaves him burning to death in a car – buckled into a seatbelt no less – then has the nerve to claim he still loves his son? Not the way to sort out marriage issues. Or custody issues. Or any issues. Was I the only one wanting to see Grace go to town on dad? Or have Earl send him to Hell in a big More at Pass The Remote...

By LillyKat PTR Senior Staff Writer Let me just say there are a select few of us who name our cars. I have no problem admitting I am one. Call it the Christine syndrome. Or a Herbie warm, fuzzy isn’t-my-car-cute kinda thing. I don’t actually know how or why it starts. It just does. And you are either genetically predisposed to: a) feel as if your car is more than a car – it’s a part of your More at Pass The Remote...