I used to work in a hospital, and when the cafeteria food was particularly bad, I would simply ask for six scoops of mashed potatoes.

And then Rich stood in front of a mirror saying he’s the toughest, smartest, most specialest man who ever was.

I don’t see why it wouldn’t!

Things like this are why John Oliver’s Last Week Tonight is my favorite talk show. At least there the worst you have to worry about is random seagull puppets.

People don’t buy massive amounts of firearms because they fear The Great American Scream Machine or Lightning Loops

Seven:

Ha! The show teaches us that ethics is a chump’s game. Chidi was the very embodiment of ethics, but it wasn’t enough and he ended up in the bad place anyway, where he’ll be tortured in one way or another for all eternity. Screw that, and pass the shrimp.

It taught me lots of stuff, like not eating everything that smells good, because sometimes it’s a candle.

Trump prefers to get that organically, I hear.

He’ll be happy to tell you exactly how smart he is. However, In my decades here on planet Earth, I’ve found that people who have to tell you how smart they are generally are:

Probably good news for some.

The jar it was found in clearly said “Abby Normal”.

I believe the term you’re looking for is “fucking moron.”

Correction: A fucking moron. If you dont believe me, ask Rex Tillerson.