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Sadly, no.

Really, Cherios, if I buy your overprocessed, sugary mini donuts, you'll bring back the bees? Promise?

…"decalitate"?

I want a kitty too, dammit!

That's one big balloon.

No, I started it on Tuesday or Wednesday, don't remember exactly when.

Megan is the girl stick figure.

Garden update:

Haha, I think you cracked the case!

I somehow doubt LCJ is given to saying "holy fucking shit" very often. Or, ever.

Lights Camera Jackson hasn't posted anything to Letterboxd since his review of Sausage Party ("Was able to catch an early screening of this. Holy fucking shit.") I think the Narrator was right; it really was a fake account.

Seriously, Dennis, a D? Was it really worse than the Jonah Hill episode?

Bald eagles are literally a dime a dozen these days. They'd better start earning their keep.

You'd be surprised (though eagles and vultures are probably better).

After a long day of brooding and killing stuff, Wonder Woman unwinds with a tub of ice cream to the tune of "Sisters are Doin' It for Themselves"?