Or those schmendricks at Mad Magazine?

It’s the only time a lesbian has ever hopped on it.

I call mine the Magic School Bus, because it’s designed to “Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!”

You gotta work long and hard in the biz ‘til you’re pulling in Tucci-level bucks...

Washington Skin Magazines.

According to oracleofbacon.org, there’s only two degrees of separation between Clint Eastwood, Ellen Degeneres, and Sandra Bullock.

Shit, I came down here just to say that!

My parents love watching that show, The Curse of Oak Island. If you want to see a perfect example of the sunk-cost fallacy, then I couldn’t think think of a better one.

I think, traditionally, people only got statues made in their likeness after they died.

A John Lewis or C.T. Vivian statue would look good, if there are some empty pedestals looking for a fitting candidate.

Kaealay, Kaelhey, Kale-Aid...

“Lock up your cattle and daughters! The Pussy Posse’s a-comin!” would be screamed by a toothless old man as he bursts into a saloon.

And I thought rough-riding with Will Smith was... jiggy.

Try the veal (via pick-up or from a delivery service)!

I’m assuming each subsequent name is less creative than the last: Desiree, Donna, Dan, Dee, D, etc.

If it’s on the face, then plastic surgery can mold and sculpt it. In this case, even if you want to look like a boardwalk artists’ caricature of yourself.

“We all want you to leave”

It does not seem to have a history of posting racist Twitter comments!

The A.V. Club

I think we’ll come around to see it as a comedy Vlasic!