I recently made an appointment with my doctor to discuss whether or not I needed an MMR booster, because I was born in 1976 and thus might not have gotten the recommended two doses. (I think I probably did, because I come from a family of doctors who made sure I got all my shots, but I want to get titred just to be…

Because he’s Harry’s son. Geddit? Geddit?

I would have guessed a Flowbee.

And let her be as the man set upon by thieves, except no Good Samaritan should rescue her.

Is it me, or does she look as if she’s trying really hard not to crap herself in that picture?

Neither is being a human tire fire.

Jussie Smollet is Willy Loman in Death of a Salesman, now at Downtown Dinner Theater.

They don’t call it the Daily Fail for nothing.

With a wet noodle.

Yes.

The Cocaine and Rhinestones podcast did a great episode about that song.

He is entirely fuck-deficient and I am here for it.

Which iteration of Star Wars, though?

(She’s also way out of his league. Just saying.)

I have dedicated my life to the fight against racism, and sexism, and discrimination of all forms.

And comes from another woman, in this case.

From your lips.

Shut up and take your damn star.

Aunt Becky is the Beckiest Becky who ever Beckied.

She has no gay friends.