David Rasche works well with JK in this scene, great stuff.

Considering the whole time this was happening there was an actual documentary crew following everyone around and filming as much as possible, that makes the comparison even more fitting.

I refuse to take this movie off of my top five Cohen brothers list, and nobody can make me. 

One of the best endings of a movie, ever, and one that I love to figuratively apply to almost any situation in life.

Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

What did we all learn from this fiasco? It’s unclear, but to quote J.K. Simmons’s character in Burn After Reading, “I guess we learned not to do it again.”

They play in a division with 3 incompetently-run franchises. They feast every fucking year.

And the only thing that can prevent another Patriots Super Bowl victory? This man:

Collusion? Collusion!

And like that, the laughs of a million Steelers fans were suddenly silenced.

Okay, Ross.

I love the assumption that all leftists were coddled as kids. I’m a communist because I grew up in a trailer park next to a Con-Agra grain tower along a railroad in Iowa. My mom died of cancer because we were poor and uninsured for 10 years, and my dad’s an abusive piece of shit.

The Ross Douthat who turned down Reese Witherspoon? That Ross Douthat? Are you sure?

This is the what happens when you wait until you’re almost 60 to try weed.

Even as recently as, say, 15 or 20 years ago, the typical person didn’t read the New York Times regularly, and certainly didn’t read the opinion section regularly. And yet, you probably knew, through osmosis or whatever, that it was the paper of record, written by elites, with its opinion section being the most…

Never has one man started so many fires and simultaneously tried to feign ignorance to how matches work.

sweet two-for-one deal still on

Maureen Dowd: “Let me eat cake”