On an episode of Uhh Yeah Dude, Jonathan tells a story of the family Larroquette spending Thanksgiving one year at the Four Seasons Beverly Hills, in the same boat as a handful of other rogue Hollywood fams that all ended up there for one reason or another (the Osbournes, Leo Dicaprio and his parents). He said there…

Also Cristopher Nolan, perhaps?

I can haz Videocracy back now? Plz&thxu

Perhaps this explains the obsession with anything apocalypse-related: everything and everyone dying at once, though shocking, is secretly more preferable than experiencing everyone dying individually in their own time.

"Hmmm that gives me an idea…"

I Really Fucking Don't Heart Huckabee.

"Call an ambulance, this man has has been shot! Hold on—oh my god, this man's gunshot wound is pulling a knife on me! Call the police instead! Wait the-no no aghhhh! Noooo I'm being stabbed to death by this man's gunshot wound! Arrgghhhh!"

Plus they're perfect for delivering cheeky love letters through the windows of Trump International Hotel addressed to our Hunk-In-Chief.

Millenials may be getting jobs, but they're definitely PONDERING careers, not starting them.

I was just thinking "1.85 gallons per minute…for ten minutes…everyday? There's no way I waste that much water!"

The "h" is silent, like in Chloe.

I guess a lot of atheistic, pop-culture consumers weren't super thrilled about a spiritually-heavy end to a series that, for all of it's run, was specifically known for its literary, philosophical, and religious allusions and metaphors. Go figure!

Our national anthem is basically two questions: "Did you see that shit? That crazy shit by our flag, you see that shit?"

Sounds caliente.

Bannon gets what Bannon wants!

I started a second life in my Second Life. I'm calling it overkill.

Rabble rabble rabble hoppy beers gross!

Hahahahaha I'm gonna go blackout.

More like 'pass the barf bag,' right guys?

I hope it's just two hours of breakfast.