That already weird giant rabbit story just keeps getting weirder…

It's almost too easy, but…
Phrasing.

I watched the show 'Seeing Things' long before I finally saw Scanners. When I finally did, I was shocked to see poor Louis Del Grande, who I'd watched playing a psychic for years, playing a psychic who gets his head blown up!
I was also surprised to see my favourite actor Patrick McGoohan in Scanners. That movie left…

Hannity isn't smart enough to have a meltdown. Most meltdowns require a recognition of cognitive dissonance, and cognitive dissonance requires cognition.

Who knows? Maybe the utter incompetence on display will finally, FINALLY clue voters in to the fact they're being sold a bill of goods. I know it hasn't happened yet, but when change comes, it can come fast. I'm still stunned and delighted at how completely the tide finally turned against public smoking in North…

Just like deserts always seem to grow, never shrink, far-right 'reporters' only ever seem to get louder and more bigoted.

I just… these people have families, right? They have people they care about? Children? Spouses? How do they go home each night and look their families in the eyes after spending a day working at Fox News? I can understand that if you're an ethically weak person you might have no regard for the truth, but don't…

Okay, this might just be me, but does anyone else find it strange how terrible all these Trump supporters are? I mean, they're just a cartoonish collection of the worst traits of humanity. Every time we learn something new about them it's just awful. If this were a story, I wouldn't believe their motivations were…

After the fall of the Soviet Union there were apparently some would-be entrepreneurs who made and sold napalm matches. They did not sell well as the heat they burned at would melt through an ashtray, then the table the ashtray was on.

Cue up the Doors or I'll kiss you.

There really should be a plague of something.

The Presidential limo's shocks will never be the same…

Don't let your guard down for a second. They have nearly four more years to be awful, and their supporters have learned absolutely nothing.

My ears are burning.
…
I think they came in contact with the illegal growth hormone I put in my hair.

…a small percentage of whom are both confused and secretly aroused by depictions of murder by gunshot wound.

It's pronounced 'Bawston'.

Jesus, man. I already have a job.

Don't say his name three times!

That money would be better spent converted into 2400 quarters and thrown down a wishing well.

Oh thank God! Someone worse than me?