I think it's more likely that somebody told Ms. Kardashian that she'd make a kajillion dollars off of this whole thing.

When high-profile divorce lawyers get involved, the profit margins get all kinds of fucked up. Other types of lawyers have enough sense to keep the golden goose alive; divorce lawyers kill, eat, rape, pillage, burn, salt, and do it in whatever order they damn well please.

Every time you think a physically attractive woman is useless, an angry feminist gets her wings. Which she then burns.

You could always play the long game, Dog. Stay married without incident for decades, and then, when you've both got one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel, commence the single most acrimonious divorce in the history of the universe.

Yeah, it's sad that even with two consistently enjoyable actors (Laurie and Leonard) this show is just too old'n'busted to warrant either watching on TV or downloading to watch at my leisure.

Mambo Dogface successfully unpacked my double entendre, if you know what I mean.

Kim Kardashian is trash.

I lodged my objections last week. None of them have changed. If anything, they all became even more pronounced tonight.

It's quite the shitstorm around here, huh? I'm hoping somebody makes a video game inspired by this comments section, and then AV Club reviews it as part of Sawbuck Gamer.

Some people like it hard, dude. It's the sharp edges that everyone needs to worry about.

Maybe there's a corollary to TL;DR that involves angry people glazing over complete sentences and proper capitalization and whatnot.

The correct answer (for ironic internet AV Club points) was "Scott Jones."

This episode didn't even deserve a "Worst. Halloween. Episode. Ever."

If Rabin ever decides to do a MWOF on a video game, it is my sincere hope that he'll tackle, as part of that article, a quagmire of taste similar to the one on display here.

That first new track, Common Burn, is decent enough… except for whatever the fuck that electronically amplified string instrument is - the electric steel pedal guitar or whatever? Sweet jesus, why the hell did that shove that in there? It's obtrusive in addition to being amateurish on its face. Later in the track it…

Ol' Greg made a deal with a very specific type of devil: the type of devil who forces you to put "questions to ask about this book during book club meetings with 10-year-olds" at the end of each of your books.

All I remember from that episode was that one scene between Jug-Jug and Data in ten-forward. Comedy gold.

If only she'd dropped down from the ceiling to scare someone, with a noose around her neck.

Hey, I spun out my "everybody except Whitney is a serial killer or undercover FBI agent" explanation, and nobody got behind it. It's somebody else's turn.

Yeah. I'm on Google Chrome on OSX, and the Big Bang ads are overwriting the drop-down notification menu. And I'm having a hell of a time finding any "direct problems with the website towards this address" info on AV Club.