Fuck you, Jack.

@avclub-64eec0c3fb6b12c43f51ec9e9c773fed:disqus — "The color of the joint… that I am holding in my hand… is—"

Fuck off, I like HERSHEY'S! >:-(

Grab a kazoo! Let's have a duel.
Now, when I count three…

Beard change,
Into something rich and strange…

It's like that scene in Office Space, remember?

Soon, he'll read The Pale King!

When you someone decided stop that?

THAT was a fucking great one.

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My mother watched a bit of it with me, out of curiosity; I watched this over two days, and I stopped yesterday around the drunk-tank bit. When I started it up again, I had to explain to her the situation, and… she agreed with the preacher that RFK and MLK weren't "true believers". Because they were womanizers.

But he's not even Dutch!

Dumbasses. They should've used the obvious choice for music, which would've fit perfectly.

While he's taking a piss, to boot.

And he's not even Leroy! That creepy black guy was!

He had a very small role towards the end; if I recall correctly, he did all his work in a day, for maybe a scene or two as this heretofore unseen gangster called Margolo who was driving the whole plot.

Bid time return; bid it return! :-(

And yet, apparently, not to the Emmy voters themselves.

RIP, Mr. Goldberg. "A… My Name is Alex" was terrible.

But that's because Tim Burton is a moron.