This is up there with people who came out of Edward Scissorhands saying "DUH, AS IF A DUDE WOULD HAVE SCISSORS FOR HANDS."

That only covered them for floods, fires, frippery, and some kind of unspecified accidents.

Charlie's mother refers to Grandpa Joe as 'Dad'. Therefore, unless she happened to marry a cousin, his name is not Joe Bucket, it's Joe Whatever Mom's Maiden Name Is.

I'd attribute that to the fact that most newspapers sacked all their sub-editors long ago. It was their job to ensure that stuff like 'bury the lead', 'a full proof solution', and 'for all intensive purposes' didn't get into print.

It's been in the news lately, otherwise I would have been ignorant too: https://www.theguardian.com…

Internet, we've talked about this. NO more gender-flipping. NO more mash-ups. NO more 'X meets Y'. Three strikes, internet. THREE STRIKES.

As the article says, this guy is the reason several generations of Buster Keaton fans have to make a speech before every showing of The Goat ('Goat glands' were Viagra for the jazz age' usually does the trick).

And don't get me started on that beauty contest.

Couldn't it be an expose of the true story behind the creation of Monopoly (spoiler alert: the idea was stolen from a lady who invented it to teach kids about the evils of income inequality) and what that says about the baseness of capitalism?

Right? It didn't help that I thought Egon was saying 'Harmony Grits'. I figured it must be some kind of off-brand Lucky Charms.

Was the one with Winston having a voodoo ancestor the one that was set in New Orleans in the 1930s, or the one where the hominy grits kept falling from the sky?

There's also at least one Popesicle on display at the Vatican. I tried not to look.

That waxwork has made the most charismatic human being who ever lived look like Ollie from The Thick of It in an Andy Warhol wig.

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But New York's already full of wisecracking old ladies!

You can tell by the way she uses her walk.

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So he's not auditioning to play a young Dr Jacobi in this photo? Well, OK.

I somehow got onto their catalogue subscription list. Their catalogues are hilariously Seinfeldesque.

Ain't it the very depressing truth.