FUCKING SHIT CUNT COCKS COCKS COCKSHITTING DICK NIPPLES RADISH.

All this imagery is making my ass hurt.

"Answering the question 'What if ironic jukebox selections were a boat?'"  
Those were ironic?  Dammit, I'm never going to be cool.

Huh, I usually find the latino versions of things to be hotter than the original.  This is a great disappointment 

There's gift baskets?!  Okay, now I'm really going to finish my adaptation of that novel I never finished writing.

@avclub-64eec0c3fb6b12c43f51ec9e9c773fed:disqus Oh, my.

@avclub-3be42d8a3412057f79af152555e39bd4:disqus *Cut to Francine Smith pushing her desk off a cliff*

@Dwight:disqus like literal mossy banks … or something more sinister?

Pretty sure that's because Tim is strangling male escorts on the side—it's all in the subtext.  Soon enough Art'll find out, he'll call a meeting, Tim'll crack a dry wise about it, and all the Marshals will help him cover it up.  Why? Because true friends and work acquaintances always help you hide the hooker.  Sure,…

Art's got 99 problems and most, but not all of them, are named Raylan Givens.    

@avclub-ca6cb47da12090ffd2470daf51f71be1:disqus I would, but I just ordered a hoagie.  Fringe team's got it under control or whatever.

I'm pretending she's not wearing a shirt!  Ha-ha… male gaze.

I just hope they don't see the emails' subject lines.

@disqus_okgItcD0yy:disqus That's why I love it!  Everyone is an asshole, so I feel right at home!

An observer-esque force of Broyles clones will be saving the day.  Evidence from last episode: http://imgur.com/srhCN,Pn2c…

You don't want to be a rockstar, do you?

At work.  If I read more than a paragraph at a time, I make my thinking face, so people realize I'm not actually doing anything and make work for me.

lotta words here.  lotta words.

This is what I'm missing by not watching AHS?  Eh, I get similar content from various internet sources.

I don't know much about math or what women desire—besides me—but this seems correct by my calculations.