*smokebomb*

With choreographed moshing!

Re-what?

Literally.

So, grown men making cat noises?

Tells you to run errands that get you out of the house for 2-3 hours.

I'm reminded of Maria Bamford's description of "Joy Whack-a-Mole".

"I would be letting down half of the people who made me what I thought I was."

Too soon!

They can't even see over the steering wheel!

Dear God, what's he telling the driver to do?!

*calls broker*

Yakuza don't play games, man.

*slices open Liz Taylor with lightsaber*

The next cover of Punchable Face Magazine.

They're not sending their best Rons. Some, I assume, are good people.

The A.V. Club

Pretty much. It just gets differently hard as you shift across a spectrum of parental anxieties.

That explains the nationwide manhunt for John Oliver.

Are you saying Groban didn't EVISCERATE or FRICASSEE his rival?