Naw, I meant high school reunions. Like, what the hell else is there to talk about?

Ugh, no. I spent a brief time looking up former high school classmates on Facebook when it first became a thing. That’s the closest I’ve ever come to wanting to interact with any of them again.

I think that’s all of them, at least until your classmates get old enough to start dying off.

We’re jumping to conclusions here. These kids might have a really good recipe for pizza sauce, but they were plum out of oregano. 

Some people do change; others clearly don’t. Kavanaugh’s temper tantrums yesterday proved conclusively that he’s still every bit the wretched entitled shithead he was at 17. Even if he’s completely innocent of those accusations, he does not have the character to sit on the SCOTUS. 

I got click-of-death-ed, too. I took part in that class-action suit, and was awarded a $15 coupon towards the purchase of a new Iomega product. You may be surprised to hear that I never redeemed that coupon.

A whole mess of MST3000's jokes are obscure pop-culture references. And the most obscure of them come from the Minneapolis/St. Paul area, Minnesota, and Wisconsin in general. It’s fun to finally learn, 20+ years later, what they’re talking about when they said, “Ride de dooks.”

I’ll cite ya.

It probably depends on what they’ve been feeding that hippo. 

That’s definitely another quality “get a brain, morans!” moment from Fox News.

They should fire the dude who put it in the teleprompter for him to read, too.

It still makes my head hurt to think just how quickly and completely Crews’ President Camacho became satirically obsolete.

You’ve never heard of Burce Dern? Not even his breakout role in Wurn Turn Turn, the Durg Who Surved Hurlywurd?

I hope so. I’d love to see Tom Wilson in a movie again.

It’s springtime for McFarlane in Hollywood!

It wasn’t for *no* reason, it was to show those damn commies who’s really in charge on God’s green Earth.

Mr. Wonderful clearly isn’t.

Moore should’ve held out until Trump’s out of office and made it a historical account of the whole fucked-up mess. There’s no market for a movie like this right now; everyone either hates Trump enough without needing to pay to be reminded, or they worship Trump, and no amount of Michael Moore-style stunts are gonna…

I like Bill Corbett a lot, and I think he did a damn good job stepping into some mighty big shoes. But he doesn’t quite have Trace’s comedic range, or the same rapport with Kevin Murphy. Those two played off each other masterfully.

They remind me of what those gross frozen Tyson buffalo wings would taste like if you left them out in the sun for a week or so.