“former Vine star” explains so, so much about this.

“Mommy, look I’m in the big-boy truck!”

think part of my grief isn’t just for loss of the friend I loved so very much, but the loss of my youth.

“It’s just hard to believe the dog was nasty when she took Lamby to every green room with her when Girls was still a thing 4 years ago.”

But look at this.

It was a good show

They sell cheesecake. The place could be covered with black velvet Elvis posters and Thomas Kinkade paintings and I would still go there.

With a car that large, you go full wagon or bust. The whole hunchback thing just looks wrong. Shorten it up, give it 2 doors and it might kind of look presentable. Right now it just looks like a crossover viewed in a bad aspect ratio.

Most problematic was the unusual control that the author,

Retire, old man, you’re fucking useless. You can cluck your dessicated tongue and wag your bony finger at Trump’s antics all you want, but you don’t actually do a goddamn thing about it.

Bloom’s encouragement really is baffling, isn’t it? Why didn’t she know better? Why didn’t either of them?!

This is currently my favorite New Yorker cartoon:

Good Lord, they have both aged beautifully.

Okay Peter’s date was FANTASTIC and their discussion of their gap teeth warmed my cold, dead heart to no end. It was so GENUINE!