Auschwitz I could discern the line between terrible pun and hate crime.

More like quad-raped.

A more nuanced show would expand the portrayal to include mucous, bile and cartilage.

I would like to take this opportunity to reiterate: I ate too much baklava and now I falafel.

That was not just a photobomb. It was a photo-strafe. Just a grim, deliberate carpet bombing of a fatuous conversation about a fatuous award. It just makes me so much more excited that we're taking my 9-year-old daughter or she's taking us to see Weird Al this May!!!

I ate too much baklava, now I falafel.

When it's Christmas, Boxing Day is tomorrow. When it's Boxing Day, Christmas was yesterday, and you are probably in England writing annual thank you cheques to your mail carrier, doorman, and lift operator.

Silly Screech, December 26 is Boxing Day, not Stabbing Day!

I really, really like Good As I've Been To You. I don't know that I can defend it further than that. It's just some oddly dark songs with lively and interesting guitar accompaniment, and I've enjoyed it for — holy shit — 20-something years now? It's even harder to defend Christmas in the Heart, but I still play it…

The A.V. Club
Scoop all the flesh into a bowl.

Where am I?

Every Rose has its Thorn.

That ain't cheese.

Truffle hunters? That son of a bitch has been holding out on me!

Enhance! Enhance!

They're SOFT!

I cancelled cable today, and, of course, it took me a while to work through the sales rep's script, coldly spurning all enticements of limited-time discounts, additional channels, or even reminders that Mad Men and Game of Thrones are just around the corner, but if I had waited until this news came out, it would have…

A rule is a series of underscores.
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Contiguous groups of periods of ellipsis graduate from punctuation to perforation.
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Dirty Cheese! Thunder Sheep!

Plus, it's pretty hard to squash a bug with a smart phone.