Every single time Chris Pratt is brought up, there's always at least one person reminding everyone that he once found another loving home for a cat with needs that he could not accommodate anymore. I guess it's you this time.

We should name it OPI style:

Hire Liza Weil as a snarky producer/writer (I know she's in other stuff but come on!), Jackson Douglas as a long-suffering saxophonist in the band or something and Yanic Truesdale as anything, anything, please. And put Sherman-Palladino on the writing staff. Pleaaaaaaaaaassssssee. I'm smelling a Gilmore Girls/30…

If I ran the network, we would have The Tonight Show with Amy Sedaris.

describing Robin Thicke as "the human version of a white leather couch" just made my week. I like to think of him, along with Adam Levine and John Mayer, as part of this three-piece set:

You beat me to it! Also Death proof was badass as fuck and ultimately a feminist movie I thought.

Also wanted to point out that Eli Roth only directed a fake trailer for a fake movie called "Thanksgiving" in "Grindhouse." He didn't actually direct "Grindhouse." Robert Rodriguez directed one part of "Grindhouse" and Quentin Tarantino directed the other. They threw in some fake trailers for fake movies and those…

Oh my God I'm so excited

ARE YOU THERE GOD? IT'S ME, DRUDGE REPORT.

"Keep him fed and drained..."

Women are more generous than men with oral sex? Not in my house!

Woah woah woah, that gave us an expression that still holds up today, and more importantly this:

Bitten by a spider and buried alive, never to be seen or heard from again.

Living Dinosaur!

Someone hasn't read the old testament lately.(Judges 21:10-24 NLT)

I love that family more than I love my own.

actually if you bring ME somewhere and give me a coloring book i will also be quiet and well-behaved.

I finally gave in like three months ago.

I mean. I can get behind this. Fuck. Just give me Tina Fey and Amy Poehler hanging out at JJ's diner and inviting me and then us being best friends forever while we sing the Night Cheese song.

This is like 80% of the reason I am terrified to have a child. The other 20% involves pregnancy. That shit just ain't right.