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Whistling the whole time.

My great-great grandfather emigrated from Italy in 1870, but his Italian name was changed by Immigration so I’ve never been able to trace him all the way back. My grandfather and great aunt only had vague memories of the stories they’d heard, but one of the possible surnames they mentioned was Nardini. Now I may have

“Obi-Wan never told you what happened to the 2020 box office.”

It seems odd to lump this in as an Airplane/Naked Gun/Top Secret type spoof. That would be Murder By Death. Clue is its own unique, weird, perfect thing.

When I saw the initial tweet I thought it was a gag response to the question of why there are so many pictures of Trump and Ghislaine Maxwell. I’m glad to find the answer is so much more rewarding. 

Especially love that the movie within the movie features James Legros playing Brad Pitt in the process of ruining Tom Decillo’s precious film Johnny Suede.

Let’s (as my wife says because she doesn’t like the idea of killing birds) kill two bugs with one chancla, and have Ford replace its police car contracts with a contract with the post office for new delivery vehicles.

I for one relish a good pun. 

I used to love playing Need for Speed Rally with my dad back in the day. You would start with the Lada and have to earn enough points to get the Citroen or the Peugeot. 

Based on my sister-in-law’s Facebook feed, I would’ve guessed that spam pastor is Joel Osteen. 

If you swapped out the sour cherry for lemon juice, you could call it a Soviet 38.

I thought this was going to be a joke riffing off “the only way to win is not to play the game” which in your case I guess applies more to cooking the corn than buttering it.

There would be none of this ginned up hysteria about who is going into which restroom if we just went back to the good old days and let wizards shit on the floor.

The same technique works well for carnitas, al pastor, and char sui. 

If you handle your meat outdoors you might be going to actual prison.

Ghee, I hope this doesn’t turn into a butter pun thread!

If they don’t run into Staten Island’s best residents - Nandor, Laszlo, Nadja, Colin Robinson, and Guillermo - I’m not interested.

Apatow would have made a more biographical movie about Davidson’s life, but he’d already squandered the title Trainwreck.