Think about this: pizza.

And yet you never met anyone at a Malcolm Gladwell seminar.

Like unicorns, they are are a rare and magical thing; wandering around enchanted forests one minute, then boarding planes while the love of their life sprints down the airport terminal the next.

On… the dad's side?

From the trailer, it kinda looks like somewhere in Arizona, the seedy roadside bar of American states.

It's unfortunate that when they take a chance and open up about their lack of experience and willingness to change, the only person who listens to them is the one who wants to parade them around first as jokes, then as walking billboards for his book.

Rich birds, like peacocks and penguins?

What about shellfish?

Despite being in Mars' orbit, you know it wants to break free.

The economy was booming! What were we supposed to do, wear less fabric?

Only Dick Wolfs are their fans.

So, everyone who's made that joke, get up. Very good. Now, get, get, get down.

I was just going to post that same sentence. Just absolutely wonderful. Although it makes me wonder what Moussi did to Iggy to earn such ire.

Paul F. Tompkins sure has an incredible range.

Now I'm wondering about the customized coin cottage industry that's surely sprung up for creative purposes.

What do you do with your coin? Can you make a hole in the center, string it, and wear it as a necklace?

wtf is av club lol

And they can take the General Lee out of the garage!

And he'll certainly never be remembered for contributing to NASA's starship program.

Much more preferable than Neil Labute's play, Queerbattin'.