I immediately call out any father that I hear utter the word “babysit”. It’s your fucking child (children). It’s called parenting and you signed up for it.  Step it up.

They will never donate leftovers. They don’t want to see teh Burberry brand on some hobo begging for pennies outside Starbucks. It reduces the value of the brand.

36 million dollars worth? So like, 4 trench coats, 3 scarves, and a pair of socks?

Eh, she does okay when it’s choreographed, it’s freestyle she can’t handle.  I’m actually on board with this casting, think it will be hilarious and awesome for the 2 remaining CATS fans in the world.  I say 2 because I assume I’m not alone?

One of the greatest singers of our lifetime and Taylor Swift

Chrissy Teigen is seriously a gift that keeps on giving.

‘None of my actor friends are making money in their restaurants, so it’s impossible making money in the restaurant industry’. s/

Is there a specific sector of the banking industry called “Bored Rich White Lady Ridiculous Business Loan Department”?

I literally gasped at this final bit of stage wizardry:

For me, a perfect ladies night scenario: A LOT of women show up, get big discounts. A dude walks in and every women banshee-shrieks him back out the door. Someone turns up the music and we get rid of our bras and pants and tear up the dance floor til 3 A.M.

“Hello police? There is a man aligning his chakram in his car which is making me nervous.”
“Is he using the Bikram method?”
“No he seems to be using the modified Sivananda - which is SO wrong.”
“We’ll be right there!”

I loved the West Wing when I was young. I’ve since rewatched it a couple of times, and each time I’m more and more annoyed by the idiot men and how they were allowed to be complete manbabies 85% of the time. Meanwhile, the women were motivated and hardworking and amazing and got continually shat upon by the men who…

I thought Legend did great for a man who has the face of a sweet, sweet baby. Honestly, I loved him in Superstar.

I wish it was Saturday Night Social because I sort of just need to shout this out into the void (no longer having social media accounts).

Me, just before “Superstar”: If Judas doesn’t descend from the ceiling in a fringed jumpsuit I’ma be pissed.

A Bryan Goldberg machine is a device designed to perform a simple task incorrectly.

Sure, John must win but you know who must win too? Brandon Victor Dixon! His Judas was UN-HECKIN’-BELIEVABLE! And this is probably my favorite number ever:

Of course he’s an EGOT. And he’s married to Chrissy.

That is the worst! I feel like "working in" (outside of a strictly weightlifting gym) is just some relic of 80s gym culture, like leg warmers or thong leotards or Perfect starring Jamie Lee Curtis and John Travolta.

I'm terrified of being mistaken for "that guy" so the ironclad rule is: