I've come across this when using a search string that contains "doctor who" to try to find Doctor Who stuff, only to get search results with stories about a "doctor who" does such-and-such.

(Jeff Sessions starts to give a speech, coughs, starts vomiting some sort of burnt, creamed-corn substance.)

"How to have a perfectly flat belly because anything less than that is failure as a human being."

Shabby Doctor Who Looks Like Brent Spiner in Independence Day: "No, no. Trump is super-OK. He's perhaps more OK than any human being before or since has ever been."

"Liberal tears" is an attractive idea to conservatives, I guess, because it implies we're just helplessly crying on the ground and not mobilizing and angry and motivated and righteous and ready for the next round. We're strong and we're fighting on the side of love and we won't stop.

That's nice, sport. ::tousles hair:: That's real nice. ::gets whistful, far-away look on his face::

Women hating on women is practically the national passtime.

Keep voting, everyone. Vote more often. Tell your goddamn, lazy, shut-in friends to vote. Tell your friends who are too busy going out to eat every night to request an absentee ballot and do it EARLY. Tell your nieces and nephews who are all about equality and progressivism who are turning 18 that they need to VOTE at…

I try to tell myself this is just the desperate dying spasms of a conservative, white majority that is passing into obsolescence. But man… what if the dying spasms actually successfully uproot major institutions of American democracy?

"I have a very hot daughter."
"Holy shit yes you do!"
"I like your enthusiasm."

I think the election broke my sense that anything happens for any sort of logical reason. Or my sense that being an obviously-unqualified asshole would sour most voters to a candidate.

I *like* my photons with a little more meat on their bones, y'know? Not these airbrushed magazine photons.

And calling a single photon an "object" is straining the limits of what a reasonable person would expect the word "object" to describe.

Don't. Praise. The machine.

This looks like the work of… Hefty Joker.

Ahhhhhhhh ooohhhhh eeeeee aaaayyyyyyy aaaooooooo
dominus jesu christus baaaaggy paaaants

Did you use that one before? You know, you don't have a Monopoly on that joke.

MRAs: "BUT WHAT ABOUT CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY FOR MEN???"

… I was told there wouldn't be any math involved.

Yeah, I'll BET you played inside her.