I dunno Lloyd, the French are assholes.

I feel like ads for I'm Dying Up Here have been competely unavoidable this past week.

Peduto owned the president on his preferred platform (that used to mean policy, now social media) and should see his city win another Stanley Cup.

That Beach Fossils review compelled me to check that album out - thanks AV Club.

I gotta say, I don't have a real passionate, immediate response to this one. So, uhhhh….M.A.S.H. I guess.

He has a point.

Well I know what I'll be doing August 6th!

I was half expecting to see that thing get lit up by a speeding golf cart after it hopped the fence.

5. Having a MAGA snapback hanging off your fanny pack.

I'm here to Party Hefty!

I used to wear corduroy pants!

I have a strange soft spot for With Honors & Bedazzled

I kinda like the title…but I'll go with…

Nah. It's silly fun, yo.

The lack of Dawes' "When the Tequila Runs Out" is unforgivable.

Jackee.

How about "Just don't throw stones regardless of housing situation?"

It came up organically.

Ugh Trump probably also will tell you about the time he banged Ertha Kitt.

If you have to ask, you can't covfefe it.