I know what you mean. Watching it on Yahoo makes me feel like I'll be watching it in an alley behind a bus station.

"I know a thing or two about a thing or two."

Incorrect.

"You're such a fat slut that after sex you smoke a ham."

I didn't even see the episode and I'm haunted by it. I knew it would be too devastating. My mom told me about it the next day and we both ended up crying. I still can't hear the ukulele versino of "Over the Rainbow" without getting sad.

Wasn't it Buster Poindexter?

Thank you! Victor was a mark ass punk.

A coworker gave me 2 of his books to read, so there are people out there. They're still sitting in my desk drawer because fuck that. Life is too short to hate-read.

This is funny. It's wrong, but it's still funny.

Goddamnit. Now I realize why all the cheerleaders were cool to me.

Just eat the applesauce, Aaron. I hate seafood with a passion but I'd take a mouthful to appease the tense guy who's holding my life in his hands.

I want to see Jessie and her son's fate play out on the show. I feel kind of bad but I got a kick out of that.

And when Dee takes Charlie to the open mike at the comedy club and Charlie shows her how to sleep when hundreds of cats are howling outside of your window.
Nevermind. I should've read farther down.

Bicycles are notoriously hard to work with. Not like babies.

He could've easily turned into an Al Pacino or Robert Deniro (basically doing caricatures of their old characters). I'm glad he hasn't.

"Just give me a minute to think, okay?!"

Someone here once mentioned that Fallon has dead eyes and I
can’t un-see it.

Yeah but if cats could talk you just know that it would be all murder all the time.

And hackers. It wasn't a 90's movie without hacking.

It's totally a Lifetime movie for men.