It's a perfectly cromulent turn of phrase.

No. Fear of communism was mostly expressed through alien invasion movies in the 50s. And any zombie movies that there were would have been about voodoo mind-control zombies, not the undead flesh-eating ghouls we know today.

Clem was never anything but swell to everybody.

That's the nice thing about imaginary daughters.

Inanimate Carbon Rod 2020!

#NotAllCaseys

I assume you'll be the one crying yourself to sleep on your huge pillow.

Sure. It's not a funny bit, but it has its own internal logic at least.

That's the joke. It's a bit about how every man thinks of himself as this all-powerful caveman warrior beast, but he's really just a henpecked husband. The premise is regressive and unimaginative but it does not require you to see Tim Allen as an actual he-man stud alpha bro. In fact, the joke wouldn't "work" at all…

So this is like a prequel to that Renny Harlin movie where Christian Slater gets shattered into a million bloody pieces with liquid nitrogen in the first 20 minutes, right?

I have always assumed that "Great job, Internet!" is meant sarcastically. Like "Smooth move, Ex-Lax!"

Wow, they're really playing on anxieties that everyone can relate to with that title.

I'm gonna join the chorus: This article is some bullshit.

When asked why he would do that to an innocent piece of beef, he responded, "I felt like destroying something beautiful."

That place still exists?

I'm assuming the song in question was "Hey Man Nice Shot."

But the dank, E! The dank!

I was happy with the explanation they give in the finished movie:

I've decided you're not doing a bit. You're legitimately kind of inexplicable and unpleasant.

I've been waiting all day for somebody to say this.