Can you imagine someone being left alone in a room with a man where the only thing they know about him is that he sharted at the White House? I’d need to bring in a third party immediately just so it wasn’t the only thing we discussed, because I’m pretty sure immediately upon meeting Mr. Roker I’d ask him about the…

Somewhere Ann Curry is tap dancing.

Agreed - I re-listen to them constantly. Right now I’ve been deep into this one, which also has elements of queerness! Yay!

Laurie Metcalf is also in Toy Story 2 as Andy’s Mom.

I remember the rundown on tiaras when they were guessing what Kate would wear. It was incredible.

Someone else who haunts the Royal Order of Sartorial Splendor! Wheee!

I broke down and bought Good Genes earlier this year after years of going back and forth between your Brandts and Gross’ I’m a believer.

Also, the second result from your google search was this:

Not necessarily citable, but Wikipedia disagrees

Traditional mince absolutely has beef or venison.

Enjoy your delicious pie.

Not the first time those exact words have been said to me.

I’m sorry - I have ptsd from Cake v. Pie, and this entire topic makes me rage out.

You know what’s a fact?

Fight me.

No way. Those super cheap cherry pies where it’s basically jelly on a shitty under cooked crust. Or pecan pie. That is inedible. Way too fucking dense.

She’s not wrong. We’re the same age, and those songs are so damn fundamental to my development. Especially Crash Into Me.

They’re not cut entirely out of the same cloth, but they’ve funded plenty of shitty anti-choice groups, including the Concerned Women for America.

I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. Hearing about the involvement in people like Mnuchin and the Kochs in movies like Wonder Woman fills me with an indescribable rage. Can we petition someone like Melinda Gates to start a production company that’s got enough capital to keep all these assholes out of feminist…

I delayed watching season 3 of Catastrophe for months because I didn’t want to deal with it. There’s a part of me that still hasn’t quite accepted it, and I just imagine her and Debbie running around Debbie’s house and decorating for Christmas in May.