Mind. Blown.
Mind. Blown.
Bullshit. I like people like this - hell, the SO just knows Maura Tierney from Newsradio, and I pulled up her RR *last night* to show him that his contention that that was all she ever did was BS.
THIS is how we solve police brutality!
THE PHONE THE PHONE WHERE'S THE FUCKING PHONE
Ahem
I've got my hooks crossed!
I vote for bunny. And then dog. And then scrappy rescue outdoor-at-leat-at-one-point-in-their-lives-cats (weirdly, the only cats I really click with, probably because they often have dog-like attributes - my friend's cat plays fetch, for example).
Ah, the Breakfast Club Soundtrack.
I mean, I'm sure they obviously knew the script being that there was a teleprompter and all. But I bet a good % of people were still like "aw, come on, man…".
Fuck, it's not on Google Music either. The last thing I tried to look up that wasn't was a early 80s song about Ypsilanti. Damn, Seger.
Quick, where is the headquarters of Whirlpool. Without Wikipedia.
It's in Michigan too, and I'd wager dollars to donuts you didn't know that. Chill out.
The nonchalantly, repeatedly watering the plant then casually tossing a clearly empty all along watering can on the chair killed me. Damn I love that man.
I do imagine all of the public access TV staff were holding back from strangling Colbert after they ran out of time for Mr. Mathers to perform.
I spent a summer oddly working with half a dozen people from Monroe (one was a former dealer making good, one had a unexpected kid, one got hooked on cocaine but is clean now). So those folks and this annual beach cleanup (so many cigarettes and beer cans) and DTE coal plant pollution (Lake Erie awfulness implicit in…
I really needed this today. And considering it's effing Monroe, that says a lot. Well played, Colbert. So happy while literally watching paint dry. Well polish. Good times.
I would like to see Stewart shove a pizza at Trump. Where, I'll leave that up to him.
Lisa needs braces.
Copra!
That's a fair cop.