:-(

"basically no reason" to you, perhaps.

NO MILLA, NO DEALLA

It thrusts its fists against the posts and still insists it sees the facehuggers.

That's what Huma said? :-/

*gets to work on designing a mace that expels mace upon impact*

It's so huge.

You just gotta have a good head for it.

No, but I'm willing to learn, if it gets me in a room with a naked Tom Hardy and various implements.

Has stone ever looked that supple and flavorful?

Oh, I thought you meant the arranged & chaperoned "dates" they start setting up for their kids when the hormones start a-ragin' …

Not that I'm condoning it, of course, but I feel like "trading" is just about your only option when you're dead-set against your kids ever interacting on any meaningful level with kids from the "real world" and your MRA God Cult is so relatively few in number.

Can't decide which image is worse in this context: a fancy jar of artisanal ketchup that only someone with money to burn would bother with, or the crusty squeeze-bottle of Heinz 57 you see at Denny's.

The only invitation they're getting from me is to "Fyre Festival Part 2: IN SPAAAAAACE"

God, you're probably right. He's so damn snively. Somebody get him a juice box already.

No, I meant I was hoping it was Sean Hannity who got fired.

God, I wanted so badly for it to be Seanny McPunchyface. Still, not complaining!

I see Ms. Funk has a case of the Homophone Blues.

First thing that always comes to mind is the final verse of "White Room." That solo sounds like the perfect blend of off-the-cuff improv and planned structure, and the way it just locks into place at the end is nuts.

Hell, he passed "obnoxious" a few towns back, and is firmly in Disturbing & Unsafe territory by now.