Fun fact: change the “ed” to an “s”, and “Our Lips are Sealed” becomes a song about body horror.

I mean, I kinda do…

I know the coma seasons get a lot of hate (not all of it undeserved), but “I’m hugging you with my talons!” is probably my single favorite Archer line of all time.

 The guy who found it probably doesn’t even know how to do the truffle shuffle.

I’m not a fan of suffer porn at the best of times, and definitely not this year.

He was an amazing person to follow on Twitter, tweeting about everything from the awfulness of Trump to the greatness of Triscuits (both of which he was absolutely correct about). RIP.

Cassius Dio’s brilliance shone out like a rainbow in the dark.

He’s the Red Rocker. The red, apparently, referring to his ‘rona-inflamed lungs.

Just wait until I perfect the Jimmy Dean drive. It will produce unlimited energy from a single package of breakfast sausage. 

13 y.o. me would’ve killed for Incognito mode

Brinkley’s favorite French author? Flaubert.

That’s nuts!

I realize the Gags/Grande video was probably made months ago, but watching it all I can think is “OH GOD NO DON’T DANCE SO CLOSE TOGETHER WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU???????”

Also note that if you write “For Sexual Favors” on the memo line of your rent check, your landlord probably won’t find it as funny as you do. Just...trust me on this.

All right, all right, fine, I’ll make some pepe e cacio instead.

Aw, thank you!

Yes, but they were married for the first part of 2020, which is the equivalent of fifteen years, so really they were married for twenty four years.

ftfy

I have the same lamp as the one in Christmas Tree Man’s corner. In the Before Times I probably wouldn’t have cared about that, but now it makes me kind of happy.

If only.