So they'll produce fifty of them and then discontinue it after stoking artificial scarcity for months? Rad.

[Bill Pullman sadly slouches away]

Is there something kind of weird going on with his face here? Am I a complete asshole for asking?

Goddamn, you win. Have you ever watched Tanked? It's my guilty pleasure show, because I fuckin' love fancy, weird fish tanks, and usually fastforward through the asinine scripted shenanigan bullshit to get to the builds. Anyway, Tracy Morgan's on an episode where they're trying to build him a cool tank for his…

It's like they watch Black Mirror and go, "Yeah, that seems good."

You know how I know there's no kind, loving, and just God? Because he should be fired brutally, and become instantly deeply poor, and have to rely on the types of poverty programs he's made a fortune turning idiots' opinion against. But he'll get an enormous severance package and keep selling moronic ghostwritten…

That's the most Tracy Morgan headline possible.

Almost certainly.

I wish this wasn't in Snapchat clips, but this is fun. His giggly pleased-ness with himself is infectious.

I swear to god if there was a fight club in my area I'd be in it in a heartbeat.

I choose to take this as sincere.

Hahahahahaha no.

I'm just anti-arms race. That doesn't mean some motherfuckers don't need to get kicked in the head.

You, Me, and Dupree. My high school girlfriend and I ducked into the theater for AC, because it was about 109 degrees outside, and picked a movie at random to make out to. We didn't want one we or anyone else actually cared about (We weren't THAT terrible), so we picked that one. We were the only ones in the theater.…

I'd never heard of them before SNL…Jesus Christ. I've never seen a performance that made me want to assault the performers so hard. I wanted to smash the vaguely dancing one's face into the "everyone's a tragedy" neon sign behind him. Prissy privileged little fuckwads have just never gotten a good shit-kicking before.…

Ugggggggghhhhhhhh

Yeah…he didn't run any of it, though. C'mon. He ran his campaign like he does his own hair in the morning. Which is to say, not.

The seven minutes of the audiobook he's able to focus on will delight him, I'm sure.

"…given the Matrix-y handle of Cipher in what appears to be an admission of screenwriting failure." DAAAAYUUUUMMM

I think Segel is batman.