I don’t work on commission. /s

I extend a barbaric yawp to all the karens out there.

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And that right there is how Hell was created:
we look at those among us who are hurting us ALL, in ways that are myriad but impossible to punish, the people who wield the knives in the deaths of a thousand cuts, and because our very society doesn’t punish these people but instead rewards them?
We dream of Hell.

It took them 17 years but were finally getting Spacecataz!

You must be European because you certainly aren’t talking about us Americans.

I was pleasantly surprised by Muppets Now, myself. The pairing of Uncle Deadly and Piggy, in particular, consistently got laughs out of me. Similarly, I got more enjoyment out of the Pepe game show sketches because even the contestants seemed flustered by what was going on. 

Funny thing is, I believe her... I think she was Fred Trump.

I get where you’re going with this, but it really needs to be “on the shore of a dark Scottish lake many miles away” for your allusion to have the synchronicity you’re looking for.

GOD, I hope so! We need to get rid of the corruption inherent in the GQP. Rick Scott fleeces Medicaid and they elect him Governor and then to the Senate. SERIOUSLY?

Michael Cohen was an amoral, incompetent idiot,

Welcome to Gaetz’s Sugar Daddy Party!

“The tighter the fist, the looser the sand”

Omg Cube.  Cube blows the entire Saw franchise out of the water.

It sounds like Cube at that point.

“I’ve had it with these motherfucking saws on this motherfucking spaceship!”

I want Saw X to be like Jason X — take the series into space. Have entire spaceships filled with traps. Have the Galactic Federation try to figure out who this new “Space Jigsaw” is by sending a lone Space Detective who, of course, gets trapped in a Saw Spaceship.

He threw it on the GROUNNNND! You can’t weigh me down Porsche man!

How dare anyone insinuate that Warner media is out of ideas. By the way, this show will mark the THIRD time the Powerpuff Girls have been rebooted.

In 2010, if you would have told me that I’d be lusting after a 500+ horsepower Kia crossover that could do 0-60 in 3.5 seconds, I’d have sooner told you I was likely to fornicate with a blood relative.

I was 19, she was 27, I think? It was her ex-husband’s car that she got in divorce. White, removable top, souped-up with a big turbo and all the cool accoutrements. I found the interior shape somehow extremely difficult to have sex in.