There are actually many (infinitely many) degrees of infinity. The madman Georg Cantor taught us that.

The guy can't write dialogue, and someone needed to tell him this during the first draft. Unfortunately that obviously didn't happen.

Yeah, no biggie.

They were going for contemporary artists, but anyway, I mean for christ's sake, if you're going to go to the trouble of making that list, at least put Louis Armstrong on there. It's like leaving Hamlet off a list of the characters in Hamlet.

He threw the chair well away from everyone...except the photographers sitting on the baseline that he threw the chair at. While we're getting the story right and everything.

Ha! That was hilarious. You positively sparkle with wit, you rascal, don't you?

"As a black man, we have so many hurdles to cross," he said, taking a break from setting up hurdles for gay men.

You do realize that Masakela said "high chair" when he meant "high horse", right?

Yeah, that's very well said. They do still have that other side, though. Again, it's been a while, I was there from 83 - 99. So, ok, a little more than a decade. But in those days and I assume now, a stroll through Shinjuku was always perfectly safe. Behind those doors, on the other hand, were stupid dangers.

Complaining about Colin Cowherd's homerism is like complaining about Osama Bin Laden's untidy beard. Exactly like that.

I don't know if it's still true, but when I lived in Japan a decade ago, golf club memberships were a huge-money speculative investment. They were bought and sold far above their actual value, into the millions. I'm not hip to the yakuza's doings, but I'd imagine that they're all up in golf circles.

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Surely you meant Mick Foles.

Put another way, this is who Bootsy is.

Yeah, I love my cast iron skillets as much as I love my car. Material possessions can make you happy.

For the cornbread, Google up the recipe for West Texas Cornbread. Shit's good.

Right, because whether you get concussed from a helmet-to-helmet collision is a matter of toughness.

The Blue Mask is one of the really good Lou Reed albums; didn't think Mr Kalaf's hip went that far back. Reluctantly impressed.

Later, he scratched his ear, and then he checked his pockets to make sure he had his keys and phone.

"Although he knew why the student was there, Derek never found a way to bring up the student's homophobic story."