Regardless of what happened afterwards, by displaying tongue technique like that Puig is unlikely to ever be stranded at third again.

I commend how deep down the lagoon you are willing to travel in search of the truth.

I think you meant, “I’m leaving on a trip, but alpaca star for you.”

The Kelsey Grammer Nazi dislikes your gross misspelling of his name. Change it. Schnell!

Triumph of the At-Will

At the insistence of his editor, the author ruefully removed the following sentence: “Glumly peering into their half-filled bowls of Lucky Charms, each morning, the downtrodden people of Dublin fill their thermoses full of whisky and stagger down to the pub, where they dance jigs and fight each other as the jukebox…

It was an exchange. Like how some people give other people bullets for their wallets, cars or other valuables.

And thankfully, he’s dead. (Please, he’s still dead, right?)

HELP I’M TRAPPED IN AN OMNI COVER CIRCA 1987

“Cockroach? Cockroach? COCKroach? Nice.” — Gronk

This article needs to be updated to include a “Would you have sex with real Mr. Darcy” poll.

Yeah, I want everything to be covered in black and grey and just be bleak and horrible and no fun. And if the main villain could act like Margaret Dumont for no damn reason, that would be even better.

This made me snort. The idea of “oh shit, I’m meeting the Obamas and I haven’t bought a gift. Better stop at the bodega on my way. hmmm...they would like Hot Takis, right? Everyone likes those. Ok, done.”

All the stars, man. That was terrific.

Like, do you think they realize the irony of lecturing America about respecting Vice Presidents at a musical about a VP MURDERING SOMEONE?

#mandatory

Well I’ll be damned, turns out the sun does rise in the...wait, where does the sun rise?

The only Ross that had more fun with wood was Bob.

I defend his choice to use Chapman yesterday, but yeah, putting Lester into a situation that Maddon himself specifically said he did not want to put Lester in, was bizarre given the lead.