Donald Trump seems like he's trying to figure out how to express a facial expression that isn't anger, malevolent glee, or self-satisfied smarm.

Don't count 'em out yet. Plenty of decent people have come from awful people.

Sort of an unnecessary dig, I thought. But the guy is off the air after years of what I'm betting were bad behavior, so give or take a few million dollars, justice has been more-or-less served.

Been a while since I read the play or saw the movie, but I can't remember Rozencrantz trying to eat Guildenstern.

We were so young and innocent.

He's not in Italy. They dropped him off on a corner in the North End and he's been wandering around for days.

Careful now, you're in the no job zone!

Wait, who did they not want to name a school after? Princeton had the same issue with Coolidge, I think.

Tucker is the smarmiest most punchable kid in every seventh-grade class.

You've got to poop in the litter box.

Exeunt Bill, stage right.

Indeed!

Sure, no doubt. But I used to live down the street from the UMSA (Universidad Mayor San Andrés) in La Paz and there was a Che mural out front (located near-ish a Coca-Cola ad, which was charming), Maoist graffiti in the hallways, and constant, sometimes violent strikes. The place got tear gassed on a regular basis.…

C'mon, Tom. I'm sure your South American relatives have told you a bit about its politics. You think Americans complain too much? You can't drive a day in Buenos Aires without getting blocked by a street protest. Argies have made complaining into a fine art. In Bolivia "complaining about social conditions" often means…

It makes you a normal blue-haired, big-eyed anime girl, that's for sure.

Jello seems to be teenage rage personified. The interview that The Onion did with him back in the day is just big blocks of text. At some point the interviewer deduces that Jello's used the facilities while the phone interview was in progress. That doesn't stop Jello, though. I don't know if he's mellowed.

It's got that soft, lavender-scented sound.

Oddly enough, there were a whole lot of people in the comment section for the linked article who were quite open about their intentions to ride the non-bearded Chainsmoker's baloney pony. So we're in a non-Freudian space here, is what I'm saying.

"Uh, ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to look at the individuals in front of you again. Which one of these feckless choadburgers did you say stole your purse?"

Are basketball wives inordinately tall, or do they seem average-sized?