Britta is the worst. Not the wacky, for funsies "worst," but The. Actual. Worst.

[Somewhere, Kimiko murmurs about holograms being stereotypically portrayed with unrealistic buzzing sounds]

What? I'm just a hologram! Bzzzzttt!

You can tell they're New Yorkers because they were all wearing their "Sex and the City Tour 2013" tees.

Hushed exclamation of wonder!

I don't know about the rest of you, but I just pre-ordered my copy of Sundays in Red Hook Dumpsters with Cheryl.

I was one of them until my conversion! It only takes one good hit!

I really enjoyed the YMIW episode with Kyle Kinane. Then again, I went on a Kinane binge recently and he makes every podcast he's on shine.

Locke and Key is the perfect Comic For People Who Don't Read Comics.

I keep reading it as "half its' ruin."

It's so great. They leap up in tandem like defending Leslie is written in their DNA.

I sent Leslie the email about the midi-chlorians. As a trap. WHICH YOU FELL INTO.

Upon doing a series rewatch, I've come to the conclusion that I'd love a Chris of my own, despite the fact that I'm a diluted April with a Swanson's love of meat and booze.

A cast iron waffle maker aided in the creation of Leslie's wedding band. May the circle of breakfast foods remain unbroken.

Did they briefly show the tracheotomy guy at the gala?

Stop saying 'Noop!'

Valentine's Day is coming up. Tell the one you love that they are beautiful, kind and stupid hot.

Not important!

Sure, there aren't as many Jokes Per Minute, but that doesn't mean the heart is gone.

First you get the comments, then you get the money, then you get the wimmen?