It's a low-cal calzone zone!

It can be two things.

His suits are so baggy and ill-fitting that I wonder if there's some sort of sensory issue at work here. Because narcissistic personality disorder and anhedonia aren't enough.

She must have been the oldest of the blonde pundettes that were all over cable during the later Clinton years (along with Coulter, Ingraham, and Barbara Olson).

And how fucking needy do you have to be to not, at some point, say, fuck it, I have tons of money and I can do whatever I want and I don't care about the acceptance or approval of people who are never going to like me?

Pretty sure the whole fucking executive branch is unpresidented.

Strange times make for strange bedfellows.

I really love it when an actor who's done almost nothing but supporting work for their entire career gets a leading role and absolutely kills it.

I could never get in to Castleton!

I'm not sure he's ever had a good one.

What a fucking snowflake.

I suspect that a lot of athletes will decline invites to the White House these next few years.

The fart AND the theatre were funny. It can be two things!

That's "Textastrophe."

You own a well that doesn't produce enough to let you expand, and maintenance and other operating costs juuuuuust exceed your revenues.

Paula's call was up there with Barney flying to San Francisco to yell at Lily.

Apparently when Hurt was shooting the Doctor Who anniversary episode, he kept asking if this meant he was an official, "real" incarnation of the Doctor, and was delighted that the answer was yes.

He HAS a magnetic attitude.

Hufflepuff are very good finders.

A pre-Friends Matt LeBlanc appeared in an episode of Red Shoe Diaries. I am pretty sure he was basically playing Joey.