Michael Grimm, NY's 11th Congressional District. He's a small government conservative and a former employee of the most bloated bureaucratic black hole in the history of the nation, the Department of Homeland Security.

Damn bro.

Same.

The Greeks had a torture/execution device called the Brazen Bull. It was a hollow bronze sculpture of a bull, into which they put a person, and then lit a fire underneath, roasting the person to death.   The man who commanded that the device be created was later put to death in the device.

Enemy of God, book two in the Warlord Chronicles. Nothing much else to say other than I think the Warlord Chronicles represent Bernard Cornwell's best writing. Wayyy more substance here than in his Saxon Stories. Plus, Dark Ages Arthur and douchebag Lancelot. Great, great book.

Call her a female. That's what the Nice Guys on Reddit do.

Consider this my warning:

Only if that punch to the nuts was originally planned by the Founding Fathers.

Congratulations! You should start a family band.

My wife's cousin just had triplets. When they revealed the news after she got pregnant, I seriously got depressed for almost a week after.

You must find a way to use these powers for evil.

The only solution is to draw a line down the center of the apartment for the anticipated showdown between you and your inevitable id hallucinations.

Rest of the world version:

The proper UK term for an entire show (and not just a season) is flappyhammer. As in, "Did you hear about that new flappyhammer Sherlock starring Benedict Cumberbatch?"

It is insanely depressing, but I always felt that was outweighed by the hilarity of the logistics of him somehow surviving the trip for even a short period of time.

How did his body not vaporize from the impact of the Soviet missiles? How many G's do you think he pulled riding the rockets? Why is he sitting up? Did he die of suffocation or the blunt force trauma OF CRASHING FACE FIRST INTO THE SURFACE OF THE MOON?

This movie has my favorite final scene ever. Tommy Lee Jones, dead, propped up against a rock after riding a Soviet nuclear missile several hundred thousand miles from low Earth orbit directly into the surface of the moon.

People ruin everything.

*Clanking chains* *Creaking door* *Spiderwebs*

I hope they work in this classic Spader tune from Tuff Turf.