Wait, THIRTY-nine? With a three?

Pretty cool that the President of the United States has very, very dementia.

This is one of the greatest comments in internet history.

This thing is Donald Trump’s Fucking Spirit Animal®©™, right down to the FD & C Mar-a-Lago Orange #13 tuft of synthetic hair-like ornamentation.

It’s European!

It’s fantastic, but it doesn’t really move the story along. That said, Beth is right: It shows how much better it would have been if more of the movie had that tone.

“Mister Sinister” seems a bit understated. I would have gone with “Herr Doctor Horribleawfulman.”

CLINTON HAS ZIKA!

Great. Now we’ll never know.

I’m assuming you’re aware of how good this is. Just in case you’re not, it’s really, really fucking good.

Malkovich, Malkovich. Malkovich!

I have watched BSG all the way through three times yet I have no recollection of the “Tigh Me Up” episode being that broadly comic. I guess this means it’s time for a fourth viewing!

That is a fantastic example.

I think that’s precisely what made him interesting: We understand villains with financial or political motivations and have seen them ad infinitum; a villain with a nebulous, abstract motivation is so much more unsettling.

More evidence that we all are, in fact, made of stars.

Fine, here’s your star.

Hello there, fellow sporting events enthusiast! Would you like to discuss today’s various athletic contests?

I’m so glad I put Eaton in my lineup; I’m going to dominate my bubblegum fantasy league this week.

I bet I can guess his ATM code...

“...Phelps swam in lane 4, next to Lochte in lane 5.”*