THESE.

As we now know, he’s really more concerned about getting britches off while his victims are drugged.

“But hey, I clicked...” - The AV Club

I was really rooting for these two, as they pair well, being two overexposed, boring, attention hounds who have a well documented history of terrible choices with partners.

I guess it goes with her pale, neutal, blank soul.

Wondering if any other long time commenters are finding that comments they post to various articles are not posting, including this one. This is happening with increasing frequency for me, and since I’m not violating any rules of which I am not aware of, I’m left wondering WTF. Perhaps I have accidentaly screwed up…

God bless this man.

Fuck a cop, find out.

“It’s the answer your Mom gives when I ask where I should finish, Trebeck. Ha!” 

Cannibalism could have easily been added this this list, but was not. What are you hiding, Takeout? Is this what happened to the old staff? Huh?

Wait, I thought Jeff Garlin was killed on the way back to his home planet.

GTFO unless Blake Shelton joins the band. In which case, get waaaaaaaaaay the fuck out.

If you employ underage staff, and get busted, well, that’s how the Cookie Crumbles I guess.

During this segment of the dark timeline, overdosing on THC Doritos with flavors you’ve concocted yourself is a small, stoned pleasure.

This. Or, you know, any planet.

I have a Go Fund Me going to have him committed. Or killed, really depends on how much we raise. Win/win.

Can you add cannabis infused olive oil to plain Doritos? Yes. Yes, you can. Should you? Man, I’m not your Doritos supervisor, but yes. Yes, you should. 

She played a venue this summer where I work backstage, and her fiance came with her. I really enjoy her music, and her work on reproductive rights. I do not care who she is dating, or cheating on, so this is no judgement, but....she was a really unpleasant person to everyone, and out of the 40 shows we did this…

I hope someone reads this good news to Lea.

Sunday mornin’, here in a-Harlem
Now, everybody’s all dressed up
While the hip folks
Gettin’ a home from the party
And the good folks just got up

Ah, crooked delegation, wants a donation
To send the preacher to the holy land
Hey, hey Lord
Honey don’t give your money
To that lyin’, a-cheatin’ man - Bill Withers