Not even her own bras! Just…bras!

A day when a man could slow down to a healthy crawl and truly live his rioting life full measure!

"It's not butter; it's elfin magic," he whispered in my ear as I swiftly lost consciousness…

And away from Lundgrenism.

A farm upstate, where they can run and play with all the other calculators!

"And then, the uh…PUBIS!…Er, uh…MOUND!"

Well then, gingers don't go to heaven either.
Now I'm sad.

Well, and of course there's how the NFL routinely shrugs off the wife and girlfriend-beating of its players, but will land with two feet on a guy who made dogs fight in his basement.
Did women notice the larger message in this? I think they did.

Yeah, but Frank the Coffeetable is pretty dope.

THANK you!

I'm Concerned. Concerned in a "they made 'The Man in the High Castle,' and I made 'Girlboss,'" kind of way.

The big bad guy is totally gonna be Tony Hale.

Sketchy's!

It'll be a cold day in hell 'afore I forgive IFC for giving Fred and Carrie a show.

Always made brown, just to fuck with people.

No! You fool, it's AWOPBOPALUWOPAWOPBAMBOOM!

Silly P did your motherfucking hardwood floors, then?

He just established a pattern, and really tackled it!

And hatchet-based dances!

Ha! I'm gonna…rent…some shoes…uh…