“Go to sleep my little baaa-by...” the whole soundtrack is an earworm.

Take some eggs with you.

SOME

I remember hearing when Smart cars hit the European market in this century, teams of (drunk?) youths were hoisting them into the canals of Amstersdam, and wherever else. You know, it’s like why people climb a mountain: because it’s there, and they can.

That's such a good burner name. But the unwritten rules of Kinja prevent :(

It's Beatrix Potteresque, but I don't recall any stories about cats rolling out minced varmint pies.

No way dude: Draper’s mom. I love her free associating ways. We could party hard.

This. This is how campaigns are won. Lee Atwater never had such...vision.

This scenario demands a tad more fleshing out, come on now.

“One ‘Filthy Immigrant Platter’ coming right up, sir”

Cropdust their table harder than that scene in Hitchcock’s North By Northwest.

I’m beginning to worry Mariolopezsucks just got neutralized for saying too much.

The Hungarians are probably tinkering again. The little edit, comment, page view and star icons have been morphing and dancing around the text windows, and check your reformatted comment history. It must be like trying to repair a plane engine while in flight.

A star if you post the minute:second mark of the tangentially relevant easter egg

All the teenage feels.

At the risk of being defeatist, and as fun as your respective live coverages have been, I’m not sure that even teamed up can you generate enough dry wit to soothe the stomach turning, patriotic vitriol bound to be on display tonight after Paris and San Bernardino. But I wish you luck, and am thankful for the…

‘Tis but a scratch!

This is the second 47% group of have nots I’ve found myself in, recently.

Hang in there, Rusty!

Good call- there’s plenty of time for her to join The Satanic Temple. Let her have a childhood first, by all means.