I have a two-year tradition now of reading Jamboroo out lout after work while my husband cooks. It is a goal to get through Emmitt Smith’s takes with mock dialect without cracking up. Emmitt’s lock is the most clavicle piece in this weekly Gollum. It would be a trebuchet if it disadhered.

God, I would so watch a halftime show with a Har Mar Superstar hologram. Or simply Har Mar himself.

Hey, Gloria. It’s Bob Hope’s Sex Machine. Can we talk a bit?

Pretty much a perfect example of concern-trolling, too. Surprised so many people have directly given him/her the time of day.

You’re right—it’s not sexist. This is pretty much de facto concern trolling with zero acknowledgement of reality for how trusts for children of the deceased function.

God, thank you Kara. It’s the romanticism of slavery that white audiences take away that bothers me. I know that romanticism is the furthest from the intent of the writers, directors, and actors. But watching yet another movie about slavery—even with terrific acting, writing, directing, or storytelling—is another…

Yeah, you’re right. Satan’s classier.

Seconded, or thirded, or whatever. +1