It's a transmitteur! A radio for speaking to God!

Fuckin' A, man. That was awesome, and about 5000 times more stressful than my heart needed.

My vote is for D'Onofrio - he was already unintentionally hilarious on Criminal Intent, and he could be ridiculous in B99.

You had your pants down and I saw Djibouti.

He should be more worried about Colbert "sneak[ing] in the back door to deliver a tight five."

I'm also going to give a big FUCK YOU to Che for calling Boston racist. Nice 40 year-old hot take, pal. So sorry our city and state actually stand up for human rights in concrete ways (universal health care, gay marriage, halting the immigration ban). What's the ATL done lately?

♫ You are
My fire
My one
Desire
I should
retire ♫

The iconic portrayal was clearly John C. Reilly.

The "Latinx" thing is recent and seems wholly unnecessary. We already use "Latin" as an adjective modifying plenty of nouns (e.g., Latin America, Latin Grammies, Latin lover) where it's understood that it is genderless. Why do we need to start experimenting with endings that are entirely foreign to English?

Uvea got a lot of nerve, making puns like that.

With animation by John Kricfalusi!

The Nerfs are Herded

For once, actually!

Was she watching "The Huge Molars of Horst Nordfink"?

Literally drowning in hot maple syrup is probably the second most Canadian way to die.

Canadian pulmonologists (or "respirologists" in the adorable local parlance) only know how to take care of the dreaded Maple Syrup Lung Disease. Your frozen lungs are doomed.

Yeah, I don't literally want to curl up in a corner, but it feels like it would be roughly as effective as the protests and petitions. Short of armed revolt or 3 Republican senators spontaneously combusting, our protests have about as much impact on Hitler 2.0's legislative agenda as saying "Pretty please?"

I seriously don't know how I'm going to make it through 4 years of this shit without completely losing my mind. I just want curl up in a corner and die, but everywhere I turn, America has become Nazi fucking Germany.

Factors that make me want to watch this movie:

Along the same lines, nothing gets you out of bed like angry Soviet music - try the ending of Shostakovich's 11th Symphony for something that will wake up even the most wasted heroin addict!